It will be to thy worship, as my knight, 'Lancelot, my Lancelot, thou in whom Most joy and most affiance, for I know So toward that shrine which then in all And many a time have watch'd thee at the realm Was richest, Arthur leading, slowly went see And let the younger and unskill'd go by And Lancelot sad beyond his wont, to To win his honour and to make his name, And loved thy courtesies and thee, a man Made to be loved; but now I would to God, The maiden buried, not as one unknown, Low in the dust of half-forgotten kings, her tomb Be costly, and her image thereupon. Thereafter; but when now the lords and Seeing the homeless trouble in thine eyes, By God for thee alone, and from her face, Wifeless and heirless, noble issue, sons Then answer'd Lancelot, 'Fair she was, my King, And people, from the high door streaming, Pure, as you ever wish your knights to be. brake Disorderly, as homeward each, the Queen, Who mark'd Sir Lancelot where he moved apart, To doubt her fairness were to want an eye, heart Yea, to be loved, if what is worthy love Drew near, and sigh'd in passing, Could bind him, but free love will not be 'Lancelot, bound.' 'Free love, so bound, were freest,' said the King. 'That is love's curse; pass on, my Queen, 'Let love be free; free love is for the best : forgiven.' But Arthur, who beheld his cloudy brows, Approach'd him, and with full affection said, She fail'd to bind, tho' being, as I think, Of greatest knight? I fought for it, and Unbound as yet, and gentle, as I know.' have it : Pleasure to have it, none; to lose it, pain; And Lancelot answer'd nothing, but Now grown a part of me : but what use in he went, And at the inrunning of a little brook Far-off, a blot upon the stream, and said it ? To make men worse by making my sin known? Or sin seem less, the sinner seeming great? Low in himself, Ah simple heart and These bonds that so defame me: not sweet, Ye loved me, damsel, surely with a love Far tenderer than my Queen's. Pray for thy soul? without She wills it: would I, if she will'd it? nay, Who knows? but if I would not, then may God, Ay, that will I. Farewell too-now at I pray him, send a sudden Angel down lastFarewell, fair lily. "Jealousy in love?" Not rather dead love's harsh heir, jealous pride? Queen, if I grant the jealousy as of love, May not your crescent fear for name and fame To seize me by the hair and bear me far, hills.' So groan'd Sir Lancelot in remorseful pain, Speak, as it waxes, of a love that wanes ? Not knowing he should die a holy man. Why did the King dwell on my name to me ? Who passes thro' the vision of the night- morn THE HOLY GRAIL. FROM noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, The Pure, Had pass'd into the silent life of prayer, Praise, fast, and alms; and leaving for the cowl She kiss'd me saying, "Thou art fair, The helmet in an abbey far away my child, As a king's son," and often in her arms For what am I? what profits me my name From Camelot, there, and not long after, died. And one, a fellow-monk among the rest, Ambrosius, loved him much beyond the rest, And honour'd him, and wrought into his heart To whom the monk The Holy Grail!-I trust A way by love that waken'd love within, We are green in Heaven's eyes; but here My brother? was it earthly passion crost?' Could touch or see it, he was heal'd at once, 'Nay,' said the knight; for no such By faith, of all his ills. But then the times Who wins, who falls; and waste the And there the heathen Prince, Arviragus, spiritual strength Within us, better offer'd up to Heaven.' Gave him an isle of marsh whereon to build; And there he built with wattles from the But sin broke out. Ah, Christ, that it Mute of this miracle, far as I have read. To me by prayer and fasting?" "Nay," But who first saw the holy thing to-day?' nun, said he, know not, for thy heart is pure as snow." And so she pray'd and fasted, till the sun And one no further off in blood from me Shone, and the wind blew, thro' her, and Than sister; and if ever holy maid Only to holy things; to prayer and praise Nun as she was, the scandal of the Court, race, I thought Beyond my knowing of them, beautiful, "Sweet brother, I have seen the Holy Across the iron grating of her cell more sound As of a silver horn from o'er the hills use 'And he to whom she told her sins, or Blown, and I thought, 'It is not Arthur's what Her all but utter whiteness held for sin, To hunt by moonlight ;' and the slender sound As from a distance beyond distance grew Coming upon me-O never harp nor horn, A man wellnigh a hundred winters old, with hand, His Table Round, and all men's hearts Was like that music as it came; and then Stream'd thro' my cell a cold and silver beam, became Clean for a season, surely he had thought That now the Holy Grail would come And down the long beam stole the Holy Rose-red with beatings in it, as if alive, Till all the white walls of my cell were With rosy colours leaping on the wall; The rosy quiverings died into the night. And tell thy brother knights to fast and That so perchance the vision may be seen By thee and those, and all the world be heal'd." Clean from her forehead all that wealth of hair Which made a silken mat-work for her feet; 'Then leaving the pale nun, I spake And out of this she plaited broad and long A strong sword-belt, and wove with silver of this "God make thec good as thou art beau- I, maiden, round thee, maiden, bind my Said Arthur, when he dubb'd him knight; Go forth, for thou shalt see what I have In so young youth, was ever made a And break thro' all, till one will crown knight thee king Till Galahad; and this Galahad, when Far in the spiritual city:" and as she he heard My sister's vision, fill'd me with amaze; His eyes became so like her own, they seem'd spake She sent the deathless passion in her eyes her mind Hers, and himself her brother more than I. On him, and he believed in her belief. 'Sister or brother none had he; but some 'Then came a year of miracle: O brother, |