An Assignation

A ladder hung snake-like and limp to the breeze;A figure which steals through the shadow-clad trees,And sways up the knotted stair;An open casement which welcomes the airOf the heavy-browed night; and stranger whereA crescent-cupped light but reveals the gloomOf four dark corners about the room.

Two steps lead to the lady's bed—Arras and cloth of red.

Bending to wake her with love's caresses,He slips one arm 'neath her rich brown tresses,And whispers words she can never hear,For her throat is cut from ear to ear.