And heard far off his footsteps beat;
Singing, they pushed him through the door,
And he fell full length on the darkened floor....
But his head struck sharply as he fell
And he heard a sound like a broken bell;
And then, in the half-light of the moon,
The twittering elvish light of June,
A host of folk came round him there,—
Sheba, with diamonds in her hair,
Solomon, thrumming a psaltery,