Touches like wind in the underwood.
In the dust of the road like gold-dust blown,
Melampo, Lupina and Cubilōn
Saw strange kings, faring
On camels, bearing
Treasures too bright for a mortal throne.
Shepherds three on their crooks a-leap
Sped after the kings up the rugged steep
To Bethlehem; only
The dogs, left lonely,