By F. B. Money-Coutts
King Mark came riding, in great despite,
Seeking Sir Tristram to slay,
And chanced on a merry and courteous knight,
But knew him not for that jesting wight
Sir Dinadan, brave and gay.
As saddle to saddle they paced along,
Hoving afar they saw
Horses and knights in a gallant throng
Under the forest shaw.
Said Dinadan, “ Lo ! by yon cloth of gold
Launcelot rides this way ! ”
And Mark, like a man that shakes with cold,
Said, “ Launcelot here ? Then I cannot hold
Longer with you to-day ! ”