Had deemed he had woke up over the Pit.
Then spake the Queen o'er all the crowd,
And grim was her speech, and harsh, and loud:
"Hold now your peace, ye routing swine,
While I sit with mine own love over the wine!
For this dusk is the very deed of a foe,
Or under the sun no man I know."
And hard she spake, and loud she cried
Till the noise of the bickering guests had died.
Then again she spake amidst of the mirk,