Right through the temple of the spacious cave

He went with soft light feet-as if his tread

Fell not on earth; no sound their falling gave;

Then to his cradle he crept quick, and spread

The swaddling-clothes about him; and the knave

Lay playing with the covering of the bed

With his left hand about his knees—the right

Held his beloved tortoise-lyre tight.

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