"Riding the quest of the Grail alone, Guinevere, Guinevere, pity me! All thro' the day and the night I moan, Yearning to catch but a glimpse of thee. Tho' I make halt by the wan west sea, Seeking a sign in the high God's name, Lo, as I tremble and bow the knee, Gleameth thy face with the eyes aflame!
"Me have I scourged till the blood hath flown, Weeping hot tears of misery; Still thro' the day and the night I moan, Yearning to catch but a glimpse of thee. -- Yea, have I striven and sought to flee, Ever and ever the same -- the same -- Blinding my soul with sweet rarity, Gleameth thy face with the eyes aflame!
"Sleeping, I dreamed that the Grail was shown, Marvellous bright with clemency; Waking, I lay on the chancel-stone -- Ah, but I yearned for the touch of thee! -- Tho' I may bow and make piteous plea Unto the Christ and our Holy Dame, Sweeter by far than all visions be, Gleameth thy face with the eyes aflame."
ENVOY.
Guinevere maketh a day of glee, -- "Who is it cometh to join our game?" -- "Launcelot rideth with bridle free, Gleameth thy face with the eyes aflame."
