To please her, dwelling on his boundless love,
Told Enid, and they sadden’d her the more:
And day by day she thought to tell Geraint, 65
But could not out of bashful delicacy;
While he that watch’d her sadden, was the more
Suspicious that her nature had a taint.
At last it chanced that on a summer morn
(They sleeping each by other) the new sun 70
Beat through the blindless casement of the room,
And heated the strong warrior in his dreams;