Chapter_17

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There was long looking that liege to behold,

Not a man but marvel’d what it might mean,

That an athel and a horse should have such a colour

As to grow green as grass, and greener it seem’d,

Glowing more green than enamel on gold.

They studied what stood there, then stalk’d it a-nigh

With áll the wónder in the wórld what work it would do,

For many a marvel had they seen but no marvel like this;

Wherefore phantom and fäerie the folk must it deem,

And many an athel was for answer o’erawed.

All were stounded at his speech and stood there like stocks,

In a swooning silence; as on sleep they were fall’n,

All that court so stately were still as a stone

well-nigh;

Not all, in faith! for fear,

But some for courtesy;

On the Prince that had no peer

They waited for reply.