English poem
Xiii
by Marie Van Vorst (1867–1936)
The king and knight the arras held apart. “Now by God’s rood,” the king cried, “if there is A fairer woman in my court than this, To-night thine arms clasp her,--or Isobel!” Guldemar bent his bright bold look serene, Upon his liege--and held his body well-- “Sire,” he said, “one is more fair--the queen.”