On her right, there was a Grotto with gates of solid gold,
Guarded by a Devil Fish—to meet him would be bold.
On her left, a Fairy Palace, its walls of silver bright,
Its windows set with diamonds, which shone both day and night;
Its doors were made of jasper, its steps of onyx fine—
A worker up of cameo would think he'd found a mine.
The Lion touched her lightly, and she took his shaggy arm.
She felt while she was with him he'd shield her from all harm;
They tripped nimbly up the steps—he touched a little slide,
And almost in an instant the door was open'd wide.