. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. ceremony — andsaid: Whither, fair son ? to whom Geraintreplied, 1 O friend, I seek a harborage for thenight. Then Yniol, Enter therefore and par-take 300 The slender entertainment of a house Once rich, now poor, but ever open-doord. Thanks, venerable friend, repliedGeraint; 1 So that ye do not serve me sparrow-hawks For supper, I will enter, I will eat With all the passion of a twelve hoursfast. Then sighd and smiled the hoary-headed earl, And answerd, Graver cause thanyours is mine To curse this hedgerow thief, the spar-row-hawk. But in
. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. ceremony — andsaid: Whither, fair son ? to whom Geraintreplied, 1 O friend, I seek a harborage for thenight. Then Yniol, Enter therefore and par-take 300 The slender entertainment of a house Once rich, now poor, but ever open-doord. Thanks, venerable friend, repliedGeraint; 1 So that ye do not serve me sparrow-hawks For supper, I will enter, I will eat With all the passion of a twelve hoursfast. Then sighd and smiled the hoary-headed earl, And answerd, Graver cause thanyours is mine To curse this hedgerow thief, the spar-row-hawk. But in, go in ; for save yourself desire it, 3!o We will not touch upon him even injest Then rode Geraint into the castle court,His charger trampling many a prickly starOf sprouted thistle on the broken lookd and saw that all was stood a shatterd archway plumed with fern;And here had fallen a great part of a tower,Whole, like a crag that tumbles from the cliff,And like a crag was gay with wilding flowers; THE MARRIAGE OF GERAINT 429. • And high above a piece of turret stair,Worn by the feet that now were silent, to the sun And high above a piece of turret stair, Worn by the feet that now were silent,wound 321 Bare to the sun, and monstrous ivy-stems Claspt the gray walls with hairy-fibredarms, And suckd the joining of the stones,and lookd A knot, beneath, of snakes, aloft, agrove. And while he waited in the castle court,The voice of Enid, Yniols daughter, rangClear thro the open casement of the hall,Singing; and as the sweet voice of a bird,Heard by the lander in a lonely isle,Moves him to think what kind of bird it is 331 43° IDYLLS OF THE KING That sings so delicately clear, and makeConjecture of the plumage and the form,So the sweet voice of Enid moved Geraint,And made him like a man abroad at mornWhen first the liquid note beloved of menComes flying over many a windy waveTo Britain, and in April suddenlyBreaks from a coppice gemmd with gree
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