So from the castle gate, wherethrough
So from the castle gate, wherethrough
The autumn mist full coldly blew,
They 'gan to ride and no word said.
She mused, “'Twere better I were dead
Than thus my lord should frown on me.”
“Gramercy, sweet my lord,” quoth she,
“Meseems our steeds go prickingly.”
No word Sir Ablamour replied,
But with a groan he left her side,
Spurring his horse as though in pain
The while. And silence fell again.
Whereat she let her wimple fall,
And fastened well her snood withal,
While down her poor wan cheek perdie
The big tears rolled incessantly,
And “Ah,” she sighed, “and welladay,
Alack I know not what to say.”
So they two rode across the plain,
Nor ever stayed nor yet drew rein
Till, travel-stained and cross, God wot,
They clattered into Camelot.
The autumn mist full coldly blew,
They 'gan to ride and no word said.
She mused, “'Twere better I were dead
Than thus my lord should frown on me.”
“Gramercy, sweet my lord,” quoth she,
“Meseems our steeds go prickingly.”
No word Sir Ablamour replied,
But with a groan he left her side,
Spurring his horse as though in pain
The while. And silence fell again.
Whereat she let her wimple fall,
And fastened well her snood withal,
While down her poor wan cheek perdie
The big tears rolled incessantly,
And “Ah,” she sighed, “and welladay,
Alack I know not what to say.”
So they two rode across the plain,
Nor ever stayed nor yet drew rein
Till, travel-stained and cross, God wot,
They clattered into Camelot.
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