And with his guides impatient to proceed, Though a true knight, for once forgot his steed. And now with costliest silk superbly dight, A gay pavilion greets the warrior's sight; Its taper spire a towering eagle crown'd, In substance gold, of workmanship renown'd. Within, recumbent on a couch, was laid A form more perfect than e'er man survey'd: The new-blown rose, the lily's virgin prime, In the fresh hour of fragrant summer-time, Though of all flowers the fairest of the fair, With this sweet paragon might ill compare; And o'er her shoulders flow'd with graceful pride, Though for the heat some little cast aside, A crimson pall of Alexandria's dye, With snowy ermine lin'd, befitting royalty; Yet was her skin, where chance bewray'd the sight, Far purer than the snowy ermine's white. 'Lanval!' she cried, as in amazed mood, Of speech and motion void, the warrior stood, 'Lanval!' she cried, ''tis you I seek for here; Your worth has won me: knight, I love thee dear; And of my love such proof will soon impart, Shall wing with envy thy proud sovereign's heart: Then slighted merit shall be fully known, And kings repine at wealth beyond their own.' Words such as these arous'd the astonish'd knight, He felt love's kindling flame inspire his spright, And, 'O pure paragon,' he straight replied, 'Thy love is all! I hold no wish beside! If bliss so rare thy favouring lips decree, No deed shall foil thy champion's chivalry; No toil shall wear, no danger shall dismay, Let my queen will, and Lanval must obey: So may I thrive as, from this moment bless'd, One hope I cherish, one sole boon request, Thy winning form, thy fostering smiles to see, And never, never more to part from thee.' So speaking ceas'd awhile the enraptur'd knight, For now the two fair damsels met his sight; Each on her arm resplendent vestments brought, Fresh from the loom, magnificently wrought: Enrob'd in them, with added grace he mov'd, As one by nature form'd to be belov'd; And, by the fairy to the banquet led, And placed beside her on one genial bed, Whiles the twain handmaids every want supplied, Cates were his fare to mortal man denied: Yet was there one, the foremost of the feast, One food there was far sweeter than the rest, One food there was did feed the warriors flame, For from his lady's lovely lips it came.