Theirs down; 'twas time I should present
The victor's crown, but... there,'twill last
No long time... the old mist again
Blinds me as then it did. How vain!
IX.
See! Gismond's at the gate, in talk
With his two boys: I can proceed.
Well, at that moment, who should stalk
Forth boldly—to my face, indeed—
But Gauthier? and he thundered "Stay!"