Ring And Peace-Offering Unto Thee." He Spoke, He Turn'D, Then, Flinging Round Her Neck, Claspt It, And Cried "Thine Order, O My Queen!" But, While He Bow'D To Kiss The Jewell'D Throat, Out Of The Dark, Just As The Lips Had Touch'D, Behind Him Rose A Shadow And A Shriek-- "Mark'S Way," Said Mark, And Clove Him Thro' The Brain. That Night Came Arthur Home, And While He Climb'D, All In A Death-Dumb Autumn-Dripping Gloom, The Stairway To The Hall, And Look'D And Saw The Great Queen'S Bower Was Dark,--About His Feet A Voice Clung Sobbing Till He Question'D It, "What Art Thou?" And The Voice About His Feet Sent Up An Answer, Sobbing, "I Am Thy Fool, And I Shall Never Make Thee Smile Again."