A Lay Sung at the Feast (32)

    So spake he； and was buckling Tighter black Auster's band, When he was aware of a princely pair That rode at his right hand. So like they were, no mortal Might one from other know： White as snow their armor was： Their steeds were white as snow. Never on earthly anvil Did such rare armor gleam； And never did such gallant steeds Drink of an earthly stream.