The Defence of Guenevere and Other Poems

Geffray T

eet the Cano

Ortaise you

John of Caste

l you, for all

este Noire was

hadow of the

towns and countr

and St. Denis;

escaped him;

ry, sent Sir Jo

ts, good player

ief, and give th

t our bastides

d, the strong th

upon the rock

ng by Christ! I

joined the li

pears; Auvergne

rmed before

rms were done t

as slain there

man-at-arms,

Geffray smote

axe, and while

s, the spear

s camaille and his

d now; your na

ge! but this ta

l our bastides,

oad whene'er h

top him; many

round his gird

es dwelt in

ief Sir Geffray;

ance at one ti

s Teste Noire

ey dig up the st

ater, yea, they

st now, utte

ave and blackhea

fretted, thinki

y, till on a

stle, if we h

hief in two da

day he ridet

e well certai

ne, going with

th, he thinketh

t an ambush

: so, Sir, tak

orest, if it

ke the horse i

mpet sound, and

n on the spear

the cool wind

d of Verville;

pace on that

t Sir Geffray

side bush was c

es I mind me m

arms than ev

d our spies, wou

undown: then

er'd Verville

n; through it t

of green haz

h, with glimm

s are happy;

oss: 'Put cloths

d glitter; sure

n line, watch

ir carriages

nnon in the gr

ying here? wil

ng so bare, a

r? This was a k

d of ancient

l, gold rowels

uiet gleam of

ture; but the

der of his c

raps of leather

oose within the

maybe, ere he

he legs too; s

ton for a knig

igger, truly

aped not! ribs

ach'd the heart,

Aldovrand, a

f a gold wrea

air not gone t

bt, once: yea,

ght; but for a

bones seem shapel

e a woman's b

help me! I

le boy, fift

froze up the

deeds, not fit

n! we enter'd

st, whereto I h

; we gentles

and defilers,

, too, in the g

lit a fire, tha

eauvais being s

ho was by me

t's howl and a

huckled to me: '

skeletons!' Fro

st awaked, my

nt with smelling

ith fighting d

h a life, fell

weakly noddin

gone through he

wrist was brok

y she had on

me out clear w

w that they wer

ver her, yea,

uch hack'd, whil

murderers; many

, no doubt, so

ore his death-w

de, some arche

bow, and there

de he knew not

fainted from h

s great leathern

ed too, neither

her heart, his

m, till here, w

e sorry; easy

s the flowers fo

be? never bef

h a soldier

k on a skel

r it, shudder

es I sat and p

ream'd, and still

bones that lay u

re I saw t

gentle walki

ilver twined ab

ght, mounted a

or her, fighti

, that brings su

ts (yea, too, s

hat it marchet

ike an over

hurt me alway

rt you too? se

ways, pain to

nwrinkled ev

here the lids se

lady, were they

ere so high the

ly to glide for

I kiss their

ardens scarce

on your face, b

tangles me, bac

uth, I saw you

st; how slowl

r'd that some wil

up, and slay

alk your lips

that a langua

und; they quiver

anding silent;

ing once, like

all its edge, di

slowly, long ti

breathings: li

up their lines

twitching with

o be weepin

how I watch'd th

eter now, quo

eter! broke ou

ars; we met the

w them; nathele

Blackhead th

that he died

pick'd up at

s end a steel b

ving killed Tes

t knoweth he

noweth not this

you can tell

tle, down bes

tle chapel of

and out; in g

ay them, ever

ey lay, with s

ether, hair made

ard, known thro

gly; he's dead