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 And that same night, under the stars that rolled Over their warm deep wildwood nights of old Whose hours for grains of sand shed sparks of fire, Such way was made anew for their desire By secret wile of sickness feigned, to keep The king far off her vigils or her sleep, That in the queen's pavilion midway set By glimmering moondawn were those lovers met, And Ganhardine of Brangwain gat him grace. And in some passionate soft interspace Between two swells of passion, when their lips Breathed, and made room for such brief speech as slips From tongues athirst with draughts of amorous wine That leaves them thirstier than the salt sea's brine, Was counsel taken how to fly, and where Find covert from the wild world's ravening air That hunts with storm the feet of nights and days Through strange thwart lines of life and flowerless ways. Then said Iseult: 'Lo, now the chance is here Foreshown me late by word of Guenevere, To give me comfort of thy rumoured wrong, My traitor Tristram, when report was strong Of me forsaken and thine heart estranged: Nor should her sweet soul toward me yet be changed Nor all her love lie barren, if mine hand Crave harvest of it from the flowering land. See therefore if this counsel please thee not, That we take horse in haste for Camelot