CONTENTS
| PAGE | |
| The Defence of Guenevere | [1] |
| King Arthur's Tomb | [19] |
| Sir Galahad, a Christmas Mystery | [43] |
| The Chapel in Lyoness | [57] |
| Sir Peter Harpdon's End | [65] |
| Rapunzel | [111] |
| Concerning Geffray Teste Noire | [135] |
| A Good Knight in Prison | [148] |
| Old Love | [155] |
| The Gilliflower of Gold | [159] |
| Shameful Death | [163] |
| The Eve of Crecy | [166] |
| The Judgment of God | [169] |
| The Little Tower | [174] |
| The Sailing of the Sword | [178] |
| Spell-Bound | [182] |
| The Wind | [187] |
| The Blue Closet | [194] |
| The Tune of Seven Towers | [199] |
| Golden Wings | [202] |
| The Haystack in the Floods | [215] |
| Two Red Roses across the Moon | [223] |
| Welland River | [226] |
| Riding Together | [231] |
| Father John's War-Song | [234] |
| Sir Giles' War-Song | [237] |
| Near Avalon | [239] |
| Praise of My Lady | [241] |
| Summer Dawn | [246] |
| In Prison | [247] |
THE DEFENCE OF GUENEVERE
BUT, knowing now that they would have her speak,
She threw her wet hair backward from her brow,
Her hand close to her mouth touching her cheek,
As though she had had there a shameful blow,
And feeling it shameful to feel ought but shame
All through her heart, yet felt her cheek burned so,
She must a little touch it; like one lame
She walked away from Gauwaine, with her head
Still lifted up; and on her cheek of flame
The tears dried quick; she stopped at last and said:
O knights and lords, it seems but little skill
To talk of well-known things past now and dead.
God wot I ought to say, I have done ill,
And pray you all forgiveness heartily!
Because you must be right, such great lords; still