The Dungeon Key. “ I give this key to the kelpie’s keep-ing,” He cried, as the key smote the deeplake’s breast ; He left her kneeling, in rueful weep-ing, A rayless cell’s despairing guest, Away rushed the steed, and the crowthat was winging Its flight to the distant wood waspassed ; When morning dawned keen spurs werestinging The courser’s flanks like a frosty blast. For knight and lady are vassals calling ; No voice replies from garden or bower ; Again round the castle is darkness falling, But search is vain in turret and tower. Year after year rolled by without telling The fearful deed one cell could disclose ; Her bones lie white in the dungeondwelling The knight for his lovely lady chose. That key is yet in the kelpie’s keeping ; He faithfully grasps that iron trust ; He heard her rueful cries and weeping, But said to himself, “What I must, Imust.”