Excerpt from Gareth and Lynette Etc Gareth and Lynette. The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent, And tallest, Gareth, in a showerful spring Stared at the spate. A slender-shafted Pine Lost footing, fell, and so was whirl'd away. 'How he went down, ' said Gareth, 'as a false knight? Or evil king before my lance if lance Were mine to use - O senseless cataract, Bearing all down in thy precipitancy - And yet thou art but swollen with cold snows, And mine is living blood: thou dost His will, The Maker's, and not knowest, and I that know, Have strength and wit, in my good mother's hall