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 Save the boss of the shield of Sir Leoline tall, Which hung in a murky old nitch in the wall. O softly tread, said Christabel, My father seldom sleepeth well.

Sweet Christabel her feet she bares, And they are creeping up the stairs; Now in glimmer, and now in gloom, And now they pass the Baron's room, As still as death with stifled breath! And now have reach'd her chamber door; And now with eager feet press down The rushes of her chamber floor.

The moon shines dim in the open air, And not a moonbeam enters here. But they without its light see The chamber carv'd so curiously,