The damsel in her loveliness,
Made lovelier by that kind distress,
Repaid the bold bird’s loyalty
With gentleness of hand and eye.
That silver call, so sweet to hear,
When will it die on the master’s ear?
‘My Gawen—come back!’ the truth to say,
He pondered the words for many a day.”
It must be remembered that the bird had been named in honor of his former owner, the Master of Bolton, and this was he