ENID. THE brave Geraint, a knight of Arthur's court, A tributary prince of Devon, one Of that great order of the Table Round, Had wedded Enid, Yniol's only child, And loved her as he loved the light of Heaven. And as the light of Heaven varies, now At sunrise, now at sunset, now by night With moon and trembling stars, so loved Geraint To make her beauty vary day by day, In crimsons and in purples and in gems. And Enid, but to please her husband's eye, Allowing it, the prince and Enid rode, And fifty knights rode with them, to the shores While he that watched her sadden, was the more Suspicious, that her nature had a taint. At last, it chanced that on a summer morn And bared the knotted column of his throat, And arms on which the standing muscle sloped, Across her mind, and bowing over him, "O noble breast and all-puissant arms, |