No later than last eve to Prince Geraint—
So bent he seem’d on going the third day,
He would not leave her, till her promise given— 605
To ride with him this morning to the court,
And there be made known to the stately Queen,
And there be wedded with all ceremony.
At this she cast her eyes upon her dress,
And thought it never yet had look’d so mean. 610
For as a leaf in mid-November is
To what it was in mid-October, seem’d