Jane, XII

The fattest buck which trod the vast domain Was for the banquet seasonably slain; And choice provisions, of the daintiest sort (Full meet to grace the table for the court), Were being selected with the greatest care By one who was himself a connoisseur.

Day after day had flown with magic haste; The banquet-room was ’ranged with nicest taste; And everything throughout seem’d neat and clean (Fit for the habitation of a queen). All invitations had been duly sent; Lord Arnold look’d quite happy and content: Naught now remain’d but to pluck fresh the flowers, And plant the banners on the two high towers.