His slumber-draught was deep, I ween,
Bitter-spiced with daggers keen.
It is the Red Macbeth that keeps
Stern state upon the throne,
With Gruach, his kind queen.
(“Most kind,” the old King Duncan said,
Before he lay in his last bed.)
The Lady Gruach wears the crown,
She wears the glistering golden gown,
But yet she has not worn the ring