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"Her warm arms round his neck half throttle ME,
"Yea, old and shrivell'd he shall win My love.
His love, and do it honour: needs must roll
"The proudest destrier sometimes in the dust, And then 'tis weary work; he strives beside Seem better than he is, so that his trust
Is always on what chances may betide;
"And so he wears away, My servant, too,
"O good son Galahad, upon this day,
Now even, all these things are on your side, But these you fight not for; look up, I say, And see how I can love you, for no pride.
"Closes your eyes, no vain lust keeps them down. See now you have ME always; following That holy vision, Galahad, go on,
Until at last you come to ME to sing
"In Heaven always, and to walk around
The garden where I am." He ceased, my face And wretched body fell upon the ground;
And when I look'd again, the holy place
Was empty; but right so the bell again
Four ladies bore, and set it down beneath
And quite unarm'd me saying: "Galahad,
Rest here awhile and sleep, and take no thought Of any other thing than being glad;
Hither the Sangreal will be shortly brought,
"Yet must you sleep the while it stayeth here."
Enter Two Angels in white, with scarlet wings; also,
O servant of the high God, Galahad!
Rise and be arm'd: the Sangreal is gone forth Through the great forest, and you must be had Unto the sea that lieth on the north:
There shall you find the wondrous ship wherein
Hard by, Sir Launcelot, whom you will meet
And with her Bors and Percival: stand now,
FIRST LADY, putting on the hauberk.
SECOND LADY, girding him with the sword. That I may stand and touch you with my hand, O Galahad, I, Cecily, am glad.
THIRD LADY, buckling on the spurs. That I may kneel while up above you stand, And gaze at me, O holy Galahad,
I, Lucy, am most glad.
FOURTH LADY, putting on the basnet. O gentle knight, That you bow down to us in reverence, We are most glad, I, Katherine, with delight Must needs fall trembling.
ANGEL, putting on the crossed surcoat.
For here, amid the straying of the snow,
[The Four Ladies carry out the bed, and all go but Galahad.
How still and quiet everything seems now:
Enter Sir Bors, Sir Percival, and his Sister. Fair friends and gentle lady, God you save!
A many marvels have been here to-night; Tell me what news of Launcelot you have, And has God's body ever been in sight?
Why, as for seeing that same holy thing,
As we were riding slowly side by side, An hour ago, we heard a sweet voice sing, And through the bare twigs saw a great light glide,
With many-colour'd raiment, but far off;
And so pass'd quickly: from the court nought good; Poor merry Dinadan, that with jape and scoff Kept us all merry, in a little wood
Was found all hack'd and dead: Sir Lionel
And Gauwaine have come back from the great quest, Just merely shamed; and Lauvaine, who loved well Your father Launcelot, at the king's behest
Went out to seek him, but was almost slain,
The knights come foil'd from the great quest, in vain;
THE CHAPEL IN LYONESS.
SIR OZANA LE CURE HARDY. SIR GALAHAD.
[The Oxford and Cambridge Magazine 1856; darauf im GuenevereBande 1858.]
ALL day long and every day,
And no man came a-near.
Naked to the waist was I,
No meat did ever pass my lips
And night comes on apace.
My arms lay back behind my head;
Many a time I tried to shout;
With inward sigh I see the sun