Sir John Simeon

“ And gave her hand to the stranger knight.
A woeful man was Sir Dinas then,
The scorn of a woman, the jest of men;
He said not a word, but his cheek was pale,
And the strong man shook in his coat of mail.
Then he heavily clomb on his courser’s back,
And set his face on the homeward track.
The heart in his breast seem’d turn’d to stone,
As he rode through the lone wood all alone;
Till he heard a sound, and he felt a bound,
And he look’d, and he saw that his noble hound
Had left lady’s whistle, and coaxing word,
To follow the path of his lonely lord. ”

“ To the hoary head is wisdom given.”
Sir Dinas bow’d to the holy man,
And in reverend guise his tale began.
“Now out and alas! Sir Knight,” said he,
“That good blood should be shed for a bad ladye ”