ACCOLON 0' GAUL.



Wherein the- five were worsted, I was brought
To some king's castle on my shield, methought,-
Out of the grind of spears and roar of swords,
From the loud shields of battle-bloody lords,
Culled from the riountained slain where Havoc sprawled
Gorged to her eyes with carnage, growling crawled;-
By some tail damsels tiremaids of some queen
Stately and dark, who moved as if a sheen
Of starlight spread her presence; and she came
With healing herbs and searched my wounds. A dame
So marvelous in raiment silvery
I feared lest some attendant chaste were she
To that high Holy Grael, which Arthur hath
Sought eve:r widely by hoar wood and path;-
Thus not for me, a worldly one, to love,
Who loved lier even to wonder; skied above
His worship as our moon above the Main,
That passions upward yearning in great pain,
And suffers wearily from year to year,
She peaceful pitiless with virgin cheer.-
Ah, ideal love, as merciless as fate!
And, oh, that savr ge aching which must wait
For its fulf lment, tortured love in tears,
Until that beauty dreamed of many years
Bends over one from luminous skies, so grand
One's weakness fears to touch its mastering hand,



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