Sir Launfal turned from his own hard gate, 250
For another heir in his earldom sate;
An old, bent man, worn out and frail,
He came back from seeking the Holy Grail:
Little he recked of his earldom's loss,
No more on his surcoat was blazoned the cross. 255
But deep in his soul the sign he wore,
The badge of the suffering and the poor.