Setter of traps, I pray you guard your head, By God I am so glad to fight with you, Stripper of ladies, that my hand feels lead For driving weight; hurrah now! draw and do, For all my wounds are moving in my breast, And I am getting mad with waiting so. He struck his hands together o'er the beast, Who fell down flat, and grovell'd at his feet, And groan'd at being slain so young: At least, My knight said, rise you, sir, who are so fleet At catching ladies, half-arm'd will I fight, My left side all uncovered! then I weet, Up sprang Sir Mellyagraunce with great delight Upon his knave's face; not until just then Did I quite hate him, as I saw my knight Along the lists look to my stake and pen With such a joyous smile, it made me sigh From agony beneath my waist-chain, when The fight began, and to me they drew nigh; Ever Sir Launcelot kept him on the right, And traversed warily, and ever high And fast leapt caitiff's sword, until my knight Sudden threw up his sword to his left hand, Caught it, and swung it; that was all the fight, Except a spout of blood on the hot land; For it was hottest summer; and I know I wonder'd how the fire, while I should stand, And burn, against the heat, would quiver so, Yards above my head; thus these matters went; Which things were only warnings of the woe That fell on me. Yet Mellyagraunce was shent, For Mellyagraunce had fought against the Lord; Therefore, my lords, take heed lest you be blent With all this wickedness; say no rash word Against me, being so beautiful; my eyes, Wept all away to grey, may bring some sword To drown you in your blood; see my breast rise, Like waves of purple sea, as here I stand; And how my arms are moved in wonderful wise, Yea also at my full heart's strong command, See through my long throat how the words go up In ripples to my mouth; how in my hand The shadow lies like wine within a cup Of marvellously colour'd gold; yea now This little wind is rising, look you up, And wonder how the light is falling so Within my moving tresses: will you dare, When you have looked a little on my brow, To say this thing is vile? or will you care For any plausible lies of cunning woof, When you can see my face with no lie there For ever? am I not a gracious proof: But in your chamber Launcelot was found: Is there a good knight then would stand aloof, When a queen says with gentle queenly sound: O true as steel come now and talk with me, I love to see your step upon the ground Unwavering, also well I love to see That gracious smile light up your face, and hear Your wonderful words, that all mean verily