So that all o'er the blood did spring,
And eke the white foam you might wring:
The steed in foam seemed clad.

12.
Sir Thopas eke so weary was
Of riding on the fine soft grass,
While love burnt in his breast,
That down he laid him in that place
To give his courser some solace,
Some forage and some rest.

13.
Saint Mary! benedicite!
What meaneth all this love in me,
That haunts me in the wood?
This night, in dreaming, did I see
An elf queen shall my true love be,
And sleep beneath my hood.

14.
An elf queen will I love, I wis,
For in this world no woman is
Worthy to be my bride;
All other damsels I forsake,
And to an elf queen will I take,
By grove and streamlet's side.

15.
Into his saddle be clomb anon,