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, Who first had found and loved her in a state Of broken fortunes, daily fronted him B In some fresh splendour; and the Queen herself, Grateful to Prince Geraint for service done, Loved her, and often with her own white hands Array'd and deck'd her, as the loveliest, Next after her own self, in all the court. And Enid loved the Queen, and with true heart Tho' yet there lived no proof, nor yet was heard A horror on him, lest his gentle wife, Had suffer'd, or should suffer any taint In nature wherefore going to the king, Close on the borders of a territory, Wherein were bandit earls, and caitiff knights, Of Justice, and whatever loathes a law: And therefore, till the king himself should please And there defend his marches; and the king Allowing it, the Prince and Enid rode, And fifty knights rode with them, to the shores Forgetful of the tilt and tournament, Forgetful of his glory and his name, Forgetful of his princedom and its cares. And this she gather'd from the people's eyes: And day by day she thought to tell Geraint, While he that watch'd her sadden, was the more At last, it chanced that on a summer morn (They sleeping each by other) the new sun Beat thro' the blindless casement of the room, And heated the strong warrior in his dreams; |