Bluebeard

Once on a time there lived a man hated by all he knew, Both that his ways were very bad, and that his beard was blue; But as he was so rich and grand, and led a merry life, A lady he contrived at last to induce to be his wife.

For a month after the wedding they lived and had good cheer, And then said Bluebeard to his wife, "I'll say good-bye, my dear; Indeed, it is but for six weeks that I shall be away, I beg that you'll invite your friends, and feast and dance and play; And all my property I'll leave confided to your care. Here are the keys of all my chests, there's plenty and to spare."

"But this small key belongs to one small room on the ground-floor,— And this you must not open, or you will repent it sore." And so he went; and all the friends came there from far and wide, And in her wealth the lady took much happiness and pride; But in a while this kind of joy grew nearly satisfied.