And into the chair he crept and slept.
Never before, and nevermore since then,
Hath any but royalty sat in that chair;
But my hero himself, I hold, was a prince then—
Of the Realm of Youth and of dreams most fair!
But with the dawn his slumbers were broken,
And, rubbing his eyes, he sat bolt upright.
“’Twere folly,” he cried, “if I left no token
To prove that I stayed in the Abbey all night.”
So he carved his name, and carved it quaintly,