"… In that garden fair Came Launcelot walking; this is true, the kiss Wherewith we kissed in meeting that spring day, I scarce dare talk of the remember'd bliss "
"And one of these strange choosing cloths was blue, Wavy and long, and one cut short and red ; No man could tell the better of the two"
"Guenevere! Guenevere! Do you not know me, are you gone mad?'
"Rise up, and look and listen, Galahad"
How thief! thief! thief! so there, fair thief, so there
Suppose this had not happen'd after all; I will lean out again and watch for news
My mother taught me prayersTo say when I had need
"O, sisters, cross the bridge with me,My eyes are full of sand.What matter that I cannot see,If ye take me by the hand?"
Fair Jehane du Castel beauWore her wreath till it was dead
But she is a housewife good and wary,And a great steel key hangs brightFrom her gown, as red as the flowers in corn
Beneath an apple-tree our headsStretched out toward the sea
"Wind, wind! thou art sad, art thou kind?Wind, wind, unhappy! thou art blind,Yet still thou wanderest the lily-seed to find"
No one walks there now;Except in the white moonlightThe white ghosts walk in a row
Then Godmar turn'd again and said:"So, Jehane, the first fitte is read!Take note, my lady, that your wayLies backward to the Chatelet!"