The dress that now she look’d on to the dress
She look’d on ere the coming of Geraint.
And still she look’d, and still the terror grew 615
Of that strange bright and dreadful thing, a court,
All staring at her in her faded silk;
And softly to her own sweet heart she said;
“This noble prince who won our earldom back,
So splendid in his acts and his attire, 620
Sweet heaven, how much I shall discredit him!
Would he could tarry with us here awhile,