Narrative and Lyric Poems (Second Series) for Use in the Lower School
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Narrative and Lyric Poems (Second Series) for Use in the Lower School
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And I myself sometimes despise myself; 465
For I have let men be, and have their way;
Am much too gentle, have not used my power:
Nor know I whether I be very base
Or very manful, whether very wise
Or very foolish; only this I know, 470
That whatsoever evil happen to me,
I seem to suffer nothing heart or limb,
But can endure it all most patiently.”
“Well said, true heart,” replied Geraint, “but arms,
That if, as I suppose, your nephew fights 475
In next day’s tourney I may break his pride.”
And Yniol answer’d, “Arms, indeed, but old
And rusty, old and rusty, Prince Geraint,
Are mine, and therefore at your asking, yours.
But in this tournament can no man tilt, 480
Except the lady he loves best be there.
Two forks are fix’d into the meadow ground,
And over these is laid a silver wand,
And over that is placed a sparrow-hawk,
The prize of beauty for the fairest there. 485
And this, what knight soever be in field
Lays claim to for the lady at his side,
And tilts with my good nephew thereupon,
Who being apt at arms and big of bone
Has ever won it for the lady with him, 490
And toppling over all antagonism
Has earn’d himself the name of sparrow-hawk.
But you, that have no lady, cannot fight.”
To whom Geraint with eyes all bright replied,
Leaning a little toward him, “Your leave! 495
Let _me_ lay lance in rest, O noble host,
For this dear child, because I never saw,
Though having seen all beauties of our time,
Nor can see elsewhere, anything so fair.
And if I fall her name will yet remain 500
Untarnish’d as before; but if I live,
So aid me Heaven when at mine uttermost,
As I will make her truly my true wife.”
Then, howsoever patient, Yniol’s heart
Danced in his bosom, seeing better days. 505
And looking round he saw not Enid there
(Who hearing her own name had slipt away),
But that old dame, to whom full tenderly
And fondling all her hand in his he said,
“Mother, a maiden is a tender thing, 510
And best by her that bore her understood.
Go thou to rest, but ere thou go to rest
Tell her, and prove her heart toward the Prince.”
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