chamber door and sat Upon the couch, put his soft tunic off And placed it in the prudent matron’s hands. She folded it and smoothed it, hung it near To that fair bed, and, going quickly forth, Pulled at the silver ring to close the door, And drew the thong that moved the fastening bolt. He, lapped in the soft fleeces, all night long. Thought of the voyage Pallas had ordained.
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