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 Flamed her eyes full on Tristram's; and he laughed Answering, 'What wile of sweet child-hearted craft That children forge for children, to beguile Eyes known of them not witless of the wile But fain to seem for sport's sake self-deceived, Wilt thou find out now not to be believed? Or how shall I trust more than ouphe or elf Thy truth to me-ward, who beliest thyself?' 'Nor elf nor ouphe or aught of airier kind,' Quoth she, 'though made of moonbeams moist and blind, Is light if weighed with man's winged weightless mind. Though thou keep somewise troth with me, God wot, When thou didst wed, I doubt, thou thoughtest not So charily to keep it.' 'Nay,' said he, 'Yet am not I rebukable by thee As Launcelot, erring, held me ere he wist No mouth save thine of mine was ever kissed Save as a sister's only, since we twain Drank first the draught assigned our lips to drain That Fate and Love with darkling hands commixt Poured, and no power to part them came betwixt, But either's will, howbeit they seem at strife, Was toward us one, as death itself and life Are one sole doom toward all men, nor may one Behold not darkness, who beholds the sun.' 'Ah, then,' she said, 'what word is this men hear Of Merlin, how some doom too strange to fear Was cast but late about him oversea, Sweet recreant, in thy bridal Brittany?