Why not? It never yet was worn, I trow:
Look on it, child, and tell me if you know it.”
And Enid look’d, but all confus’d at first, 685
Could scarce divide it from her foolish dream;
Then suddenly she knew it and rejoiced,
And answer’d, “Yea, I know it; your good gift,
So sadly lost on that unhappy night;
Your own good gift!” “Yea, surely,” said the dame, 690
“And gladly given again this happy morn.
For when the jousts were ended yesterday,