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Now whether Satan went among
Those lads, I cannot say
But soon the halls and stairways rung
With sounds both wild and gay;
The goddess, Sleep, was terrified
And, losing all her grace,
Declared she never would abide
In such an evil place.

But that's enough, no more I'll tell
Of what occured that night,
But give me, Muse, the power to dwell
On yet another sight.
'Tis of the lads - once more alone -
That are from Satan free
Though still no less to chatting prove,
No less to mirth and glee.