Christ God who savest man, save most
 Of men Count Gismond who saved me!
 Count Gauthier, when he chose his post,
 Chose time and place and company 
 To suit it; when he struck at length 
 My honour, 't was with all his strength.
 And doubtlessly, ere he could draw
 All points to one, he must have schemed! 
 That miserable morning saw
 Few half so happy as I seemed,
 While being dressed in queen's array 
 To give our tourney prize away.

 I thought they loved me, did me grace
 To please themselves; 't was all their deed;
 God makes, or fair or foul, our face;
 If showing mine so caused to bleed 
 My cousins' hearts, they should have dropped 
 A word, and straight the play had stopped.

 They, too, so beauteous! Each a queen
 By virtue of her brow and breast;
 Not needing to be crowned, I mean,
 As I do. E'en when I was dressed,
 Had either of them spoke, instead
 Of glancing sideways with still head!

 But no: they let me laugh, and sing
 My birthday song quite through, adjust
 The last rose in my garland, fling
 A last look on the mirror, trust
 My arms to each an arm of theirs,
 And so descend the castle-stairs-

 And come out on the morning troop
 Of merry friends who kissed my cheek,
 And called me queen, and made me stoop
 Under the canopy-(a streak
 That pierced it, of the outside sun,
 Powdered with gold its gloom's soft dun)-

 And they could let me take my state
 And foolish throne amid applause
 Of all come there to celebrate
 My queen's-day-Oh I think the cause
 Of much was, they forgot no crowd
 Makes up for parents in their shroud!

 However that be, all eyes were bent
 Upon me, when my cousins cast
 Theirs down; 't was time I should present
 The victor's crown, but ... there, 't will last
 No long time ... the old mist again
 Blinds me as then it did. How vain!

 See! Gismond's at the gate, in talk
 With his two boys: I can proceed.
 Well, at that moment, who should stalk
 Forth boldly-to my face, indeed-
 But Gauthier? and he thundered "Stay!"
 And all stayed. "Bring no crowns, I say!

 "Bring torches! Wind the penance-sheet
 "About her! Let her shun the chaste,
 "Or lay herself before their feet!
 "Shall she, whose body I embraced
 "A night long, queen it in the day?
 "For honour's sake no crowns, I say!"

 I? What I answered? As I live,
 I never fancied such a thing
 As answer possible to give.
 What says the body when they spring
 Some monstrous torture-engine's whole
 Strength on it? No more says the soul.

 Till out strode Gismond; then I knew
 That I was saved. I never met
 His face before, but, at first view,
 I felt quite sure that God had set
 Himself to Satan; would who spend
 A minute's mistrust on the end?

 He strode to Gauthier, in his throat
 Gave him the lie, then struck his mouth
 With one back-handed blow that wrote
 In blood men's verdict there. North, South,
 East, West, I looked. The lie was dead,
 And damned, and truth stood up instead.

 This glads me most, that I enjoyed
 The heart o' the joy, with my content
 In watching Gismond unalloyed
 By any doubt of the event:
 God took that on him-I was bid
 Watch Gismond for my part: I did.

 Did I not watch him while he let
 His armourer just brace his greaves,
 Rivet his hauberk, on the fret
 The while! His foot ... my memory leaves
 No least stamp out nor how anon
 He pulled his ringing gauntlets on.

 And e'en before the trumpet's sound
 Was finished, prone lay the false knight,
 Prone as his lie, upon the ground:
 Gismond flew at him, used no sleight
 O' the sword, but open-breasted drove,
 Cleaving till out the truth he clove.

 Which done, he dragged him to my feet
 And said, "Here die, but end thy breath
 "In full confession, lest thou fleet
 "From my first, to God's second death!
 "Say, hast thou lied? "And, "I have lied
 "To God and her,"he said, and died.


 Then Gismond, kneeling to me, asked
 -What safe my heart holds, though no word
 Could I repeat now, if I tasked
 My powers for ever, to a third
 Dear even as you are. Pass the rest
 Until I sank upon his breast.


 Over my head his arm he flung
 Against the world; and scarce I felt
 His sword (that dripped by me and swung)
 A little shifted in its belt:
 For he began to say the while
 How South our home lay many a mile.


 So, 'mid the shouting multitude
 We two walked forth to never more
 Return. My cousins have pursued
 Their life, untroubled as before
 I vexed them. Gauthier's dwelling-place
 God lighten! May his soul find grace!


 Our elder boy has got the clear
 Great brow, tho' when his brother's black
 Full eye shows scorn, it