Y Rested And Were Eased At Heart; And Iseult Rose Up Where She Sat Apart, And With Her Sweet Soul Deepening Her Deep Eyes Cast The Furs From Her And Subtle Embroideries That Wrapped Her From The Storming Rain And Spray, And Shining Like All April In One Day, Hair, Face, And Throat Dashed With The Straying Showers, She Stood The First Of All The Whole World'S Flowers, And Laughed On Tristram With Her Eyes, And Said, 'I Too Have Heart Then, I Was Not Afraid.' And Answering Some Light Courteous Word Of Grace He Saw Her Clear Face Lighten On His Face Unwittingly, With Unenamoured Eyes, For The Last Time. A Live Man In Such Wise Looks In The Deadly Face Of His Fixed Hour And Laughs With Lips Wherein He Hath No Power To Keep The Life Yet Some Five Minutes' Space. So Tristram Looked On Iseult Face To Face And Knew Not, And She Knew Not. The Last Time, The Last That Should Be Told In Any Rhyme Heard Anywhere On Mouths Of Singing Men That Ever Should Sing Praise Of Them Again; The Last Hour Of Their Hurtless Hearts At Rest, The Last That Peace Should Touch Them, Breast To Breast, The Last That Sorrow Far From Them Should Sit, This Last Was With Them, And They Knew Not It. For Tristram Being Athirst With Toil Now Spake, Saying, 'Iseult, For All Dear Love'S Labour'S Sake Give Me To Drink, And Give Me For A Pledge The Touch Of Four Lips On The Beaker'S Edge.' And Iseult Sought And Would Not Wake Brangwain Who Slept As One Half Dead With Fear And Pain, Being Tender-Natured; So With Hushed Light Feet Went Iseult Round Her, With Soft Looks And Sweet Pitying Her Pain; So Sweet A Spirited Thing She Was, And Daughter Of A Kindly King. And Spying What Strange Bright Secret Charge Was Kept Fast In That Maid'S White Bosom While She Slept, She Sought And Drew The Gold Cup Forth And Smiled Marvelling, With Such Light Wonder As A Child That Hears Of Glad Sad Life In Magic Lands; And Bare It Back To Tristram With Pure Hands Holding The Love-Draught That Should Be For Flame To Burn Out Of Them Fear And Faith And Shame, And Lighten All Their Life Up In Men'S Sight, And Make Them Sad For Ever. Then The Knight Bowed Toward Her And Craved Whence Had She This Strange Thing That Might Be Spoil Of Some Dim Asian King, By Starlight Stolen From Some Waste Place Of Sands, And A Maid Bore It Here In Harmless Hands. And Iseult, Laughing, 'Other Lords That Be Feast, And Their Men Feast After Them; But We, Our Men Must Keep The Best Wine Back To Feast Till They Be Full And We Of All Men Least Feed After Them And Fain To Fare So Well: So With Mine Handmaid And Your Squire It Fell That Hid This Bright Thing From Us In A Wile:' And With Light Lips Yet Full Of Their Swift Smile, And Hands That Wist Not Though They Dug A Grave, Undid The Hasps Of Gold, And Drank, And Gave, And He Drank After, A Deep Glad Kingly Draught: And All Their Life Changed In Them, For They Quaffed Death; If It Be Death So To Drink, And Fare As Men Who Change And Are What These Twain Were. And Shuddering With Eyes Full Of Fear And Fire And Heart-Stung With A Serpentine Desire He Turned And Saw The Terror In Her Eyes That Yearned Upon Him Shining In Such Wise As A Star Midway In The Midnight Fixed. Their Galahault Was The Cup, And She That Mixed; Nor Other Hand There Needed, Nor Sweet Speech To Lure Their Lips Together; Each On Each Hung With Strange Eyes And Hovered As A Bird Wounded, And Each Mouth Trembled For A Word; Their Heads Neared, And Their Hands Were Drawn In One, And They Saw Dark, Though Still The Unsunken Sun Far Through Fine Rain Shot Fire Into The South; And Their Four Lips Became One Burning Mouth.