There, like an infant who had sucked his fill

And now was newly washed and put to bed,

Awake, but courting sleep with weary will,

And gathered in a lump, hands, feet, and head,

He lay, and his belovèd tortoise still

He grasped and held under his shoulder-blade.

Phoebus the lovely mountain-goddess knew,

Not less her subtle, swindling baby, who

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