And in my thoughts I say, "This is myself—this you!"
MARY STEWART DOUBLEDAY.
THE RIDE OF PRINCE GERAINT.
And Prince Geraint, now thinking that he heard
The noble hart at bay, now the far horn,
A little vext at losing of the hunt,
A little at the vile occasion, rode
By ups and downs through many a glassy glade
And valley, with fixt eye following the three.