Let the pioba[4] and harp triumphantly tell
Of Trystan the valiant and Isoud La Belle!
Aloud to fair Christendom, in numbers proclaim,
With voice of the trumpet, the chosen of fame!
Nor ever be Arthur the noble forgot!
The prince and his friend, who were, and are not!
For long since, with valour and chivalry crown'd,
A tomb piled by heroes these heroes have found;
Not envy, malice, nor time, shall be able
To shadow a chief of Arthur's round table!