He arrived at length by dint of wondrous toil and care and skill;
In a four-pair back she dwelt, and it was noted on her door,
That she held "mesmeriques séances" every afternoon at four.
Seemed that she was greatly altered from the blooming girl who brought
Fair Dame Lyons and Sir Gareth home to Royal Arthur's Court
She whose witchcraft (witch they called her) in her beauty seemed to lie;
Red, but not with bloom, her cheek was; bright, but not with health, her eye,
And her mouth, whose slightest smile had won the hearts of Arthur's train,
By its pale thin lips' quick tremor half confessed the inward pain.
Much she laughed, when Lancelot told her what had brought him to her door,