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Lancelot and Elaine
by [?]

While he uttered this,
Low to her own heart said the lily maid,
‘Save your own great self, fair lord;’ and when he fell
From talk of war to traits of pleasantry–
Being mirthful he, but in a stately kind–
She still took note that when the living smile
Died from his lips, across him came a cloud
Of melancholy severe, from which again,
Whenever in her hovering to and fro
The lily maid had striven to make him cheer,
There brake a sudden-beaming tenderness
Of manners and of nature: and she thought
That all was nature, all, perchance, for her.
And all night long his face before her lived,
As when a painter, poring on a face,
Divinely through all hindrance finds the man
Behind it, and so paints him that his face,
The shape and colour of a mind and life,
Lives for his children, ever at its best
And fullest; so the face before her lived,
Dark-splendid, speaking in the silence, full
Of noble things, and held her from her sleep.
Till rathe she rose, half-cheated in the thought
She needs must bid farewell to sweet Lavaine.
First in fear, step after step, she stole
Down the long tower-stairs, hesitating:
Anon, she heard Sir Lancelot cry in the court,
‘This shield, my friend, where is it?’ and Lavaine
Past inward, as she came from out the tower.
There to his proud horse Lancelot turned, and smoothed
The glossy shoulder, humming to himself.
Half-envious of the flattering hand, she drew
Nearer and stood. He looked, and more amazed
Than if seven men had set upon him, saw
The maiden standing in the dewy light.
He had not dreamed she was so beautiful.
Then came on him a sort of sacred fear,
For silent, though he greeted her, she stood
Rapt on his face as if it were a God’s.
Suddenly flashed on her a wild desire,
That he should wear her favour at the tilt.
She braved a riotous heart in asking for it.
‘Fair lord, whose name I know not–noble it is,
I well believe, the noblest–will you wear
My favour at this tourney?’ ‘Nay,’ said he,
‘Fair lady, since I never yet have worn
Favour of any lady in the lists.
Such is my wont, as those, who know me, know.’
‘Yea, so,’ she answered; ‘then in wearing mine
Needs must be lesser likelihood, noble lord,
That those who know should know you.’ And he turned
Her counsel up and down within his mind,
And found it true, and answered, ‘True, my child.
Well, I will wear it: fetch it out to me:
What is it?’ and she told him ‘A red sleeve
Broidered with pearls,’ and brought it: then he bound
Her token on his helmet, with a smile
Saying, ‘I never yet have done so much
For any maiden living,’ and the blood
Sprang to her face and filled her with delight;
But left her all the paler, when Lavaine
Returning brought the yet-unblazoned shield,
His brother’s; which he gave to Lancelot,
Who parted with his own to fair Elaine:
‘Do me this grace, my child, to have my shield
In keeping till I come.’ ‘A grace to me,’
She answered, ‘twice today. I am your squire!’
Whereat Lavaine said, laughing, ‘Lily maid,
For fear our people call you lily maid
In earnest, let me bring your colour back;
Once, twice, and thrice: now get you hence to bed:’
So kissed her, and Sir Lancelot his own hand,
And thus they moved away: she stayed a minute,
Then made a sudden step to the gate, and there–
Her bright hair blown about the serious face
Yet rosy-kindled with her brother’s kiss–
Paused by the gateway, standing near the shield
In silence, while she watched their arms far-off
Sparkle, until they dipt below the downs.
Then to her tower she climbed, and took the shield,
There kept it, and so lived in fantasy.