Of Bluebeard's wives Bright Sunday was the best, Giver of recreation, joy and rest. Unhappily for her one Sabbath day She chanced upon her mandolin to play. She did not live to play another note; He pitched her, lute and all, into the moat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAUD MULLER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SUNSET-MOOD by STANLEY E. BABB SECTION GANG: NIGHT by NORMAN BOLKER LYNTON VERSES: 6. SYMPHONY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE SECOND BAPTISM by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ON MY BOY HENRY by JANE CAVENDISH |