And Iseult rose up where she sat apart, And with her sweet soul deepening her deep eyes. Cast the furs from her and subtle embroideries. That wrapped her from the storming rain and spray, And shining like all April in one day, Hair, face, and throat dashed with the straying showers, She stood the first of all the whole world's flowers, And laughed on Tristram with her eyes, and said,"I too have heart then, I was not afraid."And answering some light courteous word of grace. He saw her clear face lighten on his face. Unwittingly, with unenamoured eyes. For the last time.
Algernon Charles SwinburneAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: April 5, 1837
- Died: April 10, 1909