(To the maiden with the hidden face in Abbey's painting) <br /> <br />The other maidens raised their eyes to him <br />Who stumbled in before them when the fight <br />Had left him victor, with a victor's right. <br />I think his eyes with quick hot tears grew dim; <br />He scarcely saw her swaying white and slim, <br />And trembling slightly, dreaming of his might, <br />Nor knew he touched her hand, as strangely light <br />As a wan wraith's beside a river's rim. <br />The other maidens raised their eyes to see <br />And only she has hid her face away, <br />And yet I ween she loved him more than they, <br />And very fairly fashioned was her face. <br />Yet for Love's shame and sweet humility, <br />She dared not meet him with their queenlike grace.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/galahad-in-the-castle-of-the-maidens/
