And Guenever, thy goodly queen,
That fair and peerless flower.
“ ‘Ye gallant lords and lordlings,
I wish you all take heed,
Lest what ye deem a blooming rose
Should prove a cankered weed.’
“Then straightway from his bosom
A little wand he drew;
And with it eke a mantle,
Of wondrous shape and hue.