Courteous to all, he went his way content,
Nor ever from his princely station bent.
“What is this charm,” they asked, “that makes him chaste
Beyond all men?” and wist not what they said.
The common folk,—because the Prince had cased
His limbs in silver mail, and on his head
Worn snowy plumes, and, covered thus in white,
Shone in the fiercest turmoil of the fight;
And mostly for the whiteness of his soul,
Which seemed so virginal and all unblurred,—