In silver tissue talking things of state;
And children of the King in cloth of gold
Glanced at the doors or gamboll’d down the walks; 665
And while she thought, “They will not see me,” came
A stately queen whose name was Guinevere,
And all the children in their cloth of gold
Ran to her, crying, “If we have fish at all
Let them be gold; and charge the gardeners now 670
To pick the faded creature from the pool.
And cast it on the mixen that it die.”