"When softly down a tangled way
A dim fair woman, white as day,
Rode on a palfrey misty gray.
"Upon her brow a circlet burned
Of jewels, and the fire, inurned
Within them, changed, and turned and turned.
"I stared like one, who, wild and pale,
Spurs, hag-led, through the night and hail:
When, lo! adown a forest vale
An angel with the Holy Grail.