Well might they, her queenly spirit made a splendour of her face.
Ah, they might dream as they listed!—’twas a dream no morn should fulfil!
Hither and thither the glances of the heroes wandered still
To the faces and forms of maidens and of dames that thronged the hall.
But the heart of the noble minstrel warmed to their host above all.
Then was the company sundered: the knights and the dames straightway
Passed into several feast-halls, as the wont of the land was aye.
In the great hall of the castle for the knights were the tables arrayed,
And there to the friends from a far land was eager service paid.
For a grace to her guests Burgundian the noble Margravine