She would not speak another word, but stoodTurn'd sideways; listening, like a man who hears
His brother's trumpet sounding through the woodOf his foes' lances. She lean'd eagerly,And gave a slight spring sometimes, as she could
At last hear something really; joyfullyHer cheek grew crimson, as the headlong speedOf the roan charger drew all men to see,The knight who came was Launcelot at good need.
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