Waiting to hear the hounds; but heard instead
A sudden sound of hoofs, for Prince Geraint,
Late also, wearing neither hunting-dress 165
Nor weapon, save a golden-hilted brand,
Came quickly flashing through the shallow ford
Behind them, and so gallop’d up the knoll.
A purple scarf, at either end whereof
There swung an apple of the purest gold, 170
Sway’d round about him, as he gallop’d up
To join them, glancing like a dragon-fly