“Who knows this damsel, burning bright,”
Quoth Launcelot “like a northern light?”
O Miserie!
Quoth Sir Gauwaine: “I know her not!”
“Who quoth you did?” Quoth Launcelot.
O Miserie!
Then quoth the pure Sir Galahad;
“She seems, methinks, but lightly clad!”
O Miserie!