XLI.

Here their conductor tapping at the wicket

Of a small iron door, 't was opened, and

He led them onward, first through a low thicket

Flanked by large groves, which towered on either hand:

They almost lost their way, and had to pick it—

For night was closing ere they came to land.

The eunuch made a sign to those on board,

Who rowed off, leaving them without a word.

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