Keep cool; and I think you may just win the
Cup."
Dark-brown with tan muzzle, just stripped for
the tussle,
Stood Iseult, arching her neck to the curb,
A lean head and fiery, strong quarters and wiry,
A loin rather light, but a shoulder superb.
Some parting injunction, bestowed with great
unction,
I tried to recall, but forgot like a dunce,