and　this　breast　have　lost　their　glory　and　the　warlike　fame　which　they
  once　so　richly　enjoyed！〃　　And　as　she　said　this；　the　tears　dropped
  from　her　eyes；　and　they　fell　upon　his　breast。　　And　the　tears　she
  shed；　and　the　words　she　had　spoken；　awoke　him；　and　another　thing
  contributed　to　awaken　him；　and　that　was　the　idea　that　it　was　not　in
  thinking　of　him　that　she　spoke　thus；　but　that　it　was　because　she
  loved　some　other　man　more　than　him；　and　that　she　wished　for　other
  society；　and　thereupon　Geraint　was　troubled　in　his　mind；　and　he
  called　his　squire；　and　when　he　came　to　him；　〃Go　quickly；〃　said　he；
  〃and　prepare　my　horse　and　my　arms；　and　make　them　ready。　　And　do　thou
  arise；〃　said　he　to　Enid；　〃and　apparel　thyself；　and　cause　thy　horse　to
  be　accoutred；　and　clothe　thee　in　the　worst　riding…dress　that　thou
  hast　in　thy　possession。　　And　evil　betide　me；〃　said　he；　〃if　thou
  returnest　here　until　thou　knowest　whether　I　have　lost　my　strength　so
  completely　as　thou　didst　say。　　And　if　it　be　so；　it　will　then　be　easy
  for　thee　to　seek　the　society　thou　didst　wish　for　of　him　of　whom　thou
  wast　thinking。〃　　So　she　arose；　and　clothed　herself　in　her　meanest
  garments。　　〃I　know　nothing；　Lord；〃　said　she；　〃of　thy　meaning。〃
  〃Neither　wilt　thou　know　at　this　time；〃　said　he。
  〃At　last；　it　chanced　that　on　a　summer　morn
  （They　sleeping　each　by　either）　the　new　sun
  Beat　thro'　the　blindless　casement　of　the　room；
  And　heated　the　strong　warrior　in　his　dreams；
  Who；　moving；　cast　the　coverlet　aside；
  And　bared　the　knotted　column　of　his　throat；
  The　massive　square　of　his　heroic　breast；
  And　arms　on　which　the　standing　muscle　sloped；
  As　slopes　a　wild　brook　o'er　a　little　stone；
  Running　too　vehemently　to　break　upon　it。
  And　Enid　woke　and　sat　beside　the　couch；
  Admiring　him；　and　thought　within　herself；
  Was　ever　man　so　grandly　made　as　he？
  Then；　like　a　shadow；　past　the　people's　talk
  And　accusation　of　uxoriousness
  Across　her　mind；　and　bowing　over　him；
  Low　to　her　own　heart　piteously　she　said：
  'O　noble　breast　and　all…puissant　arms；
  Am　I　the　cause；　I　the　poor　cause　that　men
  Reproach　you；　saying　all　your　force　is　gone？
  I　AM　the　cause；　because　I　dare　not　speak
  And　tell　him　what　I　think　and　what　they　say。
  And　yet　I　hate　that　he　should　linger　here；
  I　cannot　love　my　lord　and　not　his　name。
  Far　liefer　had　I　gird　his　harness　on　him；
  And　ride　with　him　to　battle　and　stand　by；
  And　watch　his　mightful　hand　striking　great　blows
  At　caitiffs　and　at　wrongers　of　the　world。
  Far　better　were　I　laid　in　the　dark　earth；
  Not　hearing　any　more　his　noble　voice；
  Not　to　be　folded　more　in　these　dear　arms；
  And　darken'd　from　the　high　light　in　his　eyes；
  Than　that　my　lord　thro'　me　should　suffer　shame。
  Am　I　so　bold；　and　could　I　so　stand　by；
  And　see　my　dear　lord　wounded　in　the　strife；
  Or　maybe　pierced　to　death　before　mine　eyes；
  And　yet　not　dare　to　tell　him　what　I　think；
  And　how　men　slur　him；　saying　all　his　force
  Is　melted　into　mere　effeminacy？
  O　me；　I　fear　that　I　am　no　true　wife。'
  Half　inwardly；　half　audibly　she　spoke；
  And　the　strong　passion　in　her　made　her　weep
  True　tears　upon　his　broad　and　naked　breast；
  And　these　awoke　him；　and　by　great　mischance
  He　heard　but　fragments　of　her　later　words；
  And　that　she　fear'd　she　was　not　a　true　wife。
  And　then　he　thought；　'In　spite　of　all　my　care；
  For　all　my　pains；　poor　man；　for　all　my　pains；
  She　is　not　faithful　to　me；　and　I　see　her
  Weeping　for　some　gay　knight　in　Arthur's　hall。'
  Then　tho'　he　loved　and　reverenced　her　too　much
  To　dream　she　could　be　guilty　of　foul　act；
  Right　thro'　his　manful　breast　darted　the　pang
  That　makes　a　man；　in　the　sweet　face　of　her
  Whom　he　loves　most；　lonely　and　miserable。
  At　this　he　hurl'd　his　huge　limbs　out　of　bed；
  And　shook　his　drowsy　squire　awake　and　cried；
  'My　charger　and　her　palfrey'；　then　to　her；
  'I　will　ride　forth　into　the　wilderness；
  For　tho'　it　seems　my　spurs　are　yet　to　win；
  I　have　not　fall'n　so　low　as　some　would　wish。
  And　thou；　put　on　thy　worst　and　meanest　dress
  And　ride　with　me。'　　And　Enid　ask'd；　amazed；
  'If　Enid　errs；　let　Enid　learn　her　fault。'
  But　he；　'I　charge　thee；　ask　not；　but　obey。'
  Then　she　bethought　her　of　a　faded　silk；
  A　faded　mantle　and　a　faded　veil；
  And　moving　toward　a　cedarn　cabinet；
  Wherein　she　kept　them　folded　reverently
  With　sprigs　of　summer　laid　between　the　folds；
  She　took　them；　and　array'd　herself　therein；
  Remembering　when　first　he　came　on　her
  Drest　in　that　dress；　and　how　he　loved　her　in　it；
  And　all　her　foolish　fears　about　the　dress；
  And　all　his　journey　to　her；　as　himself
  Had　told　her；　and　their　coming　to　the　court。〃
  Tennyson's
  〃Arms　on　which　the　standing　muscle　sloped；
  As　slopes　a　wild　brook　o'er　a　little　stone；
  Running　too　vehemently　to　break　upon　it；〃
  is　suggested　perhaps　by　Theocritus〃The　muscles　on　his　brawny　arms
  stood　out　like　rounded　rocks　that　the　winter　torrent　has　rolled　and
  worn　smooth；　in　the　great　swirling　stream〃　（Idyll　xxii。）
  The　second　part　of　the　poem　follows　the　original　less　closely。　　Thus
  Limours；　in　the　tale；　is　not　an　old　suitor　of　Enid；　Edyrn　does　not
  appear　to　the　rescue；　certain　cruel　games；　veiled　in　a　magic　mist；
  occur　in　the　tale；　and　are　omitted　by　the　poet；　〃Gwyffert　petit；　so
  called　by　the　Franks；　whom　the　Cymry　call　the　Little　King；〃　in　the
  tale；　is　not　a　character　in　the　Idyll；　and；　generally；　the　gross
  Celtic　exaggerations　of　Geraint's　feats　are　toned　down　by　Tennyson。
  In　other　respects；　as　when　Geraint　eats　the　mowers'　dinner；　the　tale
  supplies　the　materials。　　But　it　does　not　dwell　tenderly　on　the
  reconciliation。　　The　tale　is　more　or　less　in　the　vein　of　〃patient
  Grizel；〃　and　he　who　told　it　is　more　concerned　with　the　fighting　than
  with　amoris　redintegratio；　and　the　sufferings　of　Enid。　　The　Idyll　is
  enriched　with　many　beautiful　pictures　from　nature；　such　as　this：…
  〃But　at　the　flash　and　motion　of　the　man
  They　vanish'd　panic…stricken；　like　a　shoal
  Of　darting　fish；　that　on　a　summer　morn
  Adown　the　crystal　dykes　at　Camelot
  Come　slipping　o'er　their　shadows　on　the　sand；
  But　if　a　man　who　stands　upon　the　brink
  But　lift　a　shining　hand　against　the　sun；
  There　is　not　left　the　twinkle　of　a　fin
  Betwixt　the　cressy　islets　white　in　flower；
  So；　scared　but　at　the　motion　of　the　man；
  Fled　all　the　boon　companions　of　the　Earl；
  And　left　him　lying　in　the　public　way。〃
  In　Balin　and　Balan　Tennyson　displays　great　constructive　power；　and
  remarkable　skill　in　moulding　the　most　recalcitrant　materials。　　Balin
  or　Balyn；　according　to　Mr　Rhys；　is　the　Belinus　of　Geoffrey　of
  Monmouth；　〃whose　name　represents　the　Celtic　divinity　described　in
  Latin　as　Apollo　Belenus　or　Belinus。〃　｛14｝　　In　Geoffrey；　Belinus；
  euphemerised；　or　reduced　from　god　to　hero；　has　a　brother；　Brennius；
  the　Celtic　Bran；　King　of　Britain　from　Caithness　to　the　Humber。
  Belinus　drives　Bran　into　exile。　　〃Thus　it　is　seen　that　Belinus　or
  Balyn　was；　mythologically　speaking；　the　natural　enemy〃　（as　Apollo
  Belinus；　the　radiant　god）　〃of　the　dark　divinity　Bran　or　Balan。〃
  If　this　view　be　correct；　the　two　brothers　answer　to　the　good　and　bad
  principles　of　myths　like　that　of　the　Huron　Iouskeha　the　Sun；　and
  Anatensic　the　Moon；　or　rather　Taouiscara　and　Iouskeha；　the　hostile
  brothers；　Black　and　White。　｛15｝　　These　mythical　brethren　are；　in
  Malory；　two　knights　of　Northumberland；　Balin　the　wild　and　Balan。
  Their　adventures　are　mixed　up　with　a　hostile　Lady　of　the　Lake；　whom
  Balin　slays　in　Arthur's　presence；　with　a　sword　which　none　but　Balin
  can　draw　from　sheath；　and　with　an　evil　black…faced　knight　Garlon；
  invisible　at　will；　whom　Balin　slays　in　the　castle　of　the　knight's
  brother；　King　Pellam。　　Pursued　from　room　to　room　by　Pellam；　Balin
  finds　himself　in　a　chamber　full　of　relics　of　Joseph　of　Arimathea。
  There　he　seizes　a　spear；　the　very　spear　with　which　the　Roman　soldier
  pierced　the　side　of　the　Crucified；　and　wounds　Pellam。　　The　castle
  falls　in　ruins　〃through　that　dolorous　stroke。〃　　Pellam　becomes　the
  maimed　king；　who　can　only　be　healed　by　the　Holy　Grail。　　Apparently
  Celtic　myths　of　obscure　antiquity　have　been　adapted　in　France；　and
  interwoven　with　fables　about　Joseph　of　Arimathea　and　Christian
  mysteries。　　It　is　not　possible　here　to　go　into　the　complicated
  learning　of　the　subject。　　In　Malory；　Balin；　after　dealing　the
  dolorous　stroke；　borrows　a　strange　shield　from　a　knight；　and；　thus
  accoutred；　meets　his　brother　Balan；　who　does　not　recognise　him。　　They
  fight；　both　die　and　are　buried　in　one　tomb；　and　Galahad　later
  achieves　the　adventure　of　winning　Balin's　sword。　　〃Thus　endeth　the
  tale　of　Balyn　and　of　Balan；　two　brethren　born　in　Northumberland；　good
  knights；〃　says　Malory；　simply；　and　unconscious　of　the　strange
  mythological　medley　under　the　coat　armour　of　romance。
  The　materials；　then；　seemed　confused　and　obdurate；　but　Tennyson　works
  them　into　the　course　of　the　fatal　love　of　Lancelot　and　Guinevere；　and
  into　the　spiritual　texture　of　the　Idylls。　　Balin　has　been　expelled
  from　Court　for　the　wildness　that　gives　him　his　name；　Balin　le
  Sauvage。　　He　had　buffeted　a　squire　in　hall。　　He　and　Balan　await　all
  challengers　beside　a　well。　　Arthur　encounters　and　dismounts　them。
  Balin　devotes　himself　to　self…conquest。　　Then　comes　tidings　that
  Pellam；　of　old　leagued　with　Lot　against　Arthur；　has　taken　to
  religion；　collects　relics；　claims　descent　from