The Defence of Guenevere and Other Poems

Knight

in the court of

where I dwel

ff from Chri

off my la

off the a

of the lime

he Valley

ften hawk

eer; oft tu

ards the we

bringeth

rings of h

im who sings

t rides besi

nd calls he

by pulling

om my dear

gash I ga

m down a

trives, he h

ey will no

is King Gu

says she a

, you that

g's son to t

the bette

g means that

ne Pagan c

s droop in

eptember

take mine ea

s but a li

h spite of

le things th

beasts who

flowers p

lue-bearde

s half worn-o

r banner vil

se things I

s in a mi

henever we

horror,

e colours a

note the spe

plates of bu

is Pagan c

hing I can

in the mar

will go

paints with

and all thin

on the wall to

walls, and

down to t

with many sp

comes to t

ot being i

it here, c

f sad sick su

lan with a

eir leaves a

, with scre

twisted in

a knight's s

ope makes

be, but if

minute ma

ng the fl

ace with lo

colour'd dea

wont to s

ptember a

, saying no

me by mys

this by lo

llan is g

ad yellow

ith muc

st!

night's voice

I had forg

ard the bl

ars past; ye

my hopeless

n pennon ha

e dragging w

marshes,

uts, and axe

r now the d

hoofs; ah,

me back coun

om you

from the b

nd to

so like me

NS, from

for here i

s quick up

g with his

R

Pagans ra

bells for f

alls will b

ELOT, fro

name of t

drawbridge

oors, that

e good

from the b

Launc

ig words ye

LAUN

bring up l

lear the vile

the notches

together!

eants will

l goes tog

win my la

d shooting:

apace! this

sayeth a

go to me

g so, I f

nch'd hand ac

own on the

ammering sm

this I fel

s throttling

-throated

fight with t

, while I

dy Mary! d

g in my own

ss so stif

knights burs

e-doors, I w

e Lady Ma

nd her hair

day we hav