And temperate hydromel;
And tasting luscious fruitage, such as fell
From boughs ’neath which the scaly dragon rolled,
Lay glaring fold in fold.
“O can we herein bide!” the lady said,
“I feel my head doth swim—
My weary eyes are dim—
With too much pleasure is the sense o’erfed;
How can we herein bide,
And not some ill betide!”