The walls went round in a ringing haze,
Miriam, through the splendour seen,
Twinkled and smiled like Sheba’s Queen,
Jake was the devil himself, the host
Scratched in a book like a solemn Faust;
And the lights like birds went swiftly round
With a soft and feathery whistling sound.
He seized the table with one great hand
And a thousand people helped him stand,
“Good-night!” a thousand voices said,