If perchance for the heroes’ wearing it were over short or long:
And behold, it was all just measure, and they thanked that maiden-throng.
Into whosesoever presence they came, all men must say
That never on earth had they looked on more passing-fair array.
Blithe-hearted might they wear it in the palace of proudest queen,
For of goodlier knights’ apparel had none or heard or seen.
So then to these noble maidens all-courteous thanks they gave.
And now must the bold knights-errant for leave of parting crave.
With courtesy right gentle they spake their last farewell:
Ah, then were there bright eyes troubled and dim as the tears fast fell.