With heaving breast and deep-drawn sigh,
She slowly, sadly bowed her head.
IV
Our keys surrendered, arms laid down,
We—penned and prisoned helplessly;—
Then dark and vengeful was the frown
Of stern D'Aulnay de Charnisé.
That demon in a human form,
Dark-souled, incarnate treachery,—
Now swore, with loud upbraiding storm,