The queen spied amain
On his waistcoat a stain;
For nought was inscrutable to her,
Like Sheba's queen—Solomon's wooer.
To her chief attendant she forthwith cried
"We lately together contended,
And thou didst assert, with obstinate pride,
That the spirit through space never wended,—
That traces alone
By the present were shown,—
That afar nought was fashion'd—not even
By the stars that illumine you heaven.
"Now see! while a goblet beside me they drain'd,
They spilt all the drink in the chalice;
And straightway the boy had his waistcoat stain'd
At the furthermost end of the palace.—