tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42313983842950870752024-03-05T17:45:36.755-08:00Famous Poetry of The DayHere at Poetry of the Day, I feature poetry that i really like including, poems about friendship,famous poems, poems about life, and poems that i personally write. Poetry of the day is apart of the MyOwnVerse <a href="http://myownverse.com">Poetry</a> Network!Poetry of the Dayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11198064593715494884noreply@blogger.comBlogger146125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231398384295087075.post-47536582109908363252014-12-07T05:41:00.000-08:002014-12-07T05:47:15.581-08:00Paramour by Christopher Franko<div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;">
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But I am so enticed
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You admire the
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Forbidden to be
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Using the thorns of
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to write the scorn
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Every morning I lay
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Burning for the
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Like a permanent
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After the endorphins
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Im left longing for
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To record once more
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im torn.</div>
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Goddess in the Mist</h1>
I find myself looking for you, my Goddess in the mist,<br />
I find myself longing for you, my Goddess in the mist,<br />
I find myself lost in you, the Goddess of the mist,<br />
And realize, that all this time, that I had spent looking for you my Goddess,<br />
I was walking right next to you,<br />
Breathing you,<br />
My Goddess of the Mist<br />
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Norman Dubie is an American poet that no one has ever heard of.. but this poem is nice. <b></b><br />
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<b>White Christmas by Robert William Service</b><br />
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<b>Robert William Service</b><br />
(January 16, 1874 – September 11, 1958)<br />
was a poet and writer who has often been called "the Bard of the Yukon"<br />
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and that is how this poem was written...<br />
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<b>The Christmas Tree by Robert William Service</b><br />
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the part where the author states<br />
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<i>Then I said: "Don't sorrow; at least you'll be<br />
A bright and beautiful New Year's tree,<br />
All shimmer and glimmer and glow and gleam,<br />
A radiant sight like a fairy dream.<br />
For there is a little child I know,<br />
Who lives in poverty, want and woe;<br />
Who lies abed from morn to night,<br />
And never has known an hour's delight..."</i><br />
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Got me thinking.. Why does Santa like the rich kids more then the poor kids?! <i></i><br />
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thy watching eyes,<br />Orbed lights of tears;<br /><br />God whose heart hath part<br />In all grief that is,<br />Was not man's the dart<br />That went through thine heart,<br />And the wound not his?<br /><br />Where the pale souls wail,<br />Held in bonds of death,<br />Where all spirits quail,<br />Came thy Godhead pale<br />Still from human breath -<br /><br />Pale from life and strife,<br />Wan with manhood, came<br />Forth of mortal life,<br />Pierced as with a knife,<br />Scarred as with a flame.<br /><br />Thou the Word and Lord<br />In all time and space<br />Heard, beheld, adored,<br />With all ages poured<br />Forth before thy face,<br /><br />Lord, what worth in earth<br />Drew thee down to die?<br />What therein was worth,<br />Lord, thy death and birth?<br />What beneath thy sky?<br /><br />Light above all love<br />By thy love was lit,<br />And brought down the Dove<br />Feathered from above<br />With the wings of it.<br /><br />From the height of night,<br />Was not thine the star<br />That led forth with might<br />By no worldly light<br />Wise men from afar?<br /><br />Yet the wise men's eyes<br />Saw thee not more clear<br />Than they saw thee rise<br />Who in shepherd's guise<br />Drew as poor men near.<br /><br />Yet thy poor endure,<br />And are with us yet;<br />Be thy name a sure<br />Refuge for thy poor<br />Whom men's eyes forget.<br /><br />Thou whose ways we praised,<br />Clear alike and dark,<br />Keep our works and ways<br />This and all thy days<br />Safe inside thine ark.<br /><br />Who shall keep thy sheep,<br />Lord, and lose not one?<br />Who save one shall keep,<br />Lest the shepherds sleep?<br />Who beside the Son?<br /><br />From the grave-deep wave,<br />From the sword and flame,<br />Thou, even thou, shalt save<br />Souls of king and slave<br />Only by thy Name.<br /><br />Light not born with morn<br />Or her fires above,<br />Jesus virgin-born,<br />Held of men in scorn,<br />Turn their scorn to love.<br /><br />Thou whose face gives grace<br />As the sun's doth heat,<br />Let thy sunbright face<br />Lighten time and space<br />Here beneath thy feet.<br /><br />Bid our peace increase,<br />Thou that madest morn;<br />Bid oppressions cease;<br />Bid the night be peace;<br />Bid the day be born.<br /><br />II--OUTSIDE CHURCH<br /><br />We whose days and ways<br />All the night makes dark,<br />What day shall we praise<br />Of these weary days<br />That our life-drops mark?<br /><br />We whose mind is blind,<br />Fed with hope of nought;<br />Wastes of worn mankind,<br />Without heart or mind,<br />Without meat or thought;<br /><br />We with strife of life<br />Worn till all life cease,<br />Want, a whetted knife,<br />Sharpening strife on strife,<br />How should we love peace?<br /><br />Ye whose meat is sweet<br />And your wine-cup red,<br />Us beneath your feet<br />Hunger grinds as wheat,<br />Grinds to make you bread.<br /><br />Ye whose night is bright<br />With soft rest and heat,<br />Clothed like day with light,<br />Us the naked night<br />Slays from street to street.<br /><br />Hath your God no rod,<br />That ye tread so light?<br />Man on us as God,<br />God as man hath trod,<br />Trod us down with might.<br /><br />We that one by one<br />Bleed from either's rod.<br />What for us hath done<br />Man beneath the sun,<br />What for us hath God?<br /><br />We whose blood is food<br />Given your wealth to feed,<br />From the Christless rood<br />Red with no God's blood,<br />But with man's indeed;<br /><br />How shall we that see<br />Nightlong overhead<br />Life, the flowerless tree,<br />Nailed whereon as we<br />Were our fathers dead -<br /><br />We whose ear can hear,<br />Not whose tongue can name,<br />Famine, ignorance, fear,<br />Bleeding tear by tear<br />Year by year of shame,<br /><br />Till the dry life die<br />Out of bloodless breast,<br />Out of beamless eye,<br />Out of mouths that cry<br />Till death feed with rest -<br /><br />How shall we as ye,<br />Though ye bid us, pray?<br />Though ye call, can we<br />Hear you call, or see,<br />Though ye show us day?<br /><br />We whose name is shame,<br />We whose souls walk bare,<br />Shall we call the same<br />God as ye by name,<br />Teach our lips your prayer?<br /><br />God, forgive and give,<br />For His sake who died?<br />Nay, for ours who live,<br />How shall we forgive<br />Thee, then, on our side?<br /><br />We whose right to light<br />Heaven's high noon denies,<br />Whom the blind beams smite<br />That for you shine bright,<br />And but burn our eyes,<br /><br />With what dreams of beams<br />Shall we build up day,<br />At what sourceless streams<br />Seek to drink in dreams<br />Ere they pass away?<br /><br />In what street shall meet,<br />At what market-place,<br />Your feet and our feet,<br />With one goal to greet,<br />Having run one race?<br /><br />What one hope shall ope<br />For us all as one<br />One same horoscope,<br />Where the soul sees hope<br />That outburns the sun?<br /><br />At what shrine what wine,<br />At what board what bread,<br />Salt as blood or brine,<br />Shall we share in sign<br />How we poor were fed?<br /><br />In what hour what power<br />Shall we pray for morn,<br />If your perfect hour,<br />When all day bears flower,<br />Not for us is born?<br /><br />III--BEYOND CHURCH<br /><br />Ye that weep in sleep,<br />Souls and bodies bound,<br />Ye that all night keep<br />Watch for change, and weep<br />That no change is found;<br /><br />Ye that cry and die,<br />And the world goes on<br />Without ear or eye,<br />And the days go by<br />Till all days are gone;<br /><br />Man shall do for you,<br />Men the sons of man,<br />What no God would do<br />That they sought unto<br />While the blind years ran.<br /><br />Brotherhood of good,<br />Equal laws and rights,<br />Freedom, whose sweet food<br />Feeds the multitude<br />All their days and nights<br /><br />With the bread full-fed<br />Of her body blest<br />And the soul's wine shed<br />From her table spread<br />Where the world is guest,<br /><br />Mingling me and thee,<br />When like light of eyes<br />Flashed through thee and me<br />Truth shall make us free,<br />Liberty make wise;<br /><br />These are they whom day<br />Follows and gives light<br />Whence they see to slay<br />Night, and burn away<br />All the seed of night.<br /><br />What of thine and mine,<br />What of want and wealth,<br />When one faith is wine<br />For my heart and thine<br />And one draught is health?<br /><br />For no sect elect<br />Is the soul's wine poured<br />And her table decked;<br />Whom should man reject<br />From man's common board?<br /><br />Gods refuse and choose,<br />Grudge and sell and spare;<br />None shall man refuse,<br />None of all men lose,<br />None leave out of care.<br /><br />No man's might of sight<br />Knows that hour before;<br />No man's hand hath might<br />To put back that light<br />For one hour the more.<br /><br />Not though all men call,<br />Kneeling with void hands,<br />Shall they see light fall<br />Till it come for all<br />Tribes of men and lands.<br /><br />No desire brings fire<br />Down from heaven by prayer,<br />Though man's vain desire<br />Hang faith's wind-struck lyre<br />Out in tuneless air.<br /><br />One hath breath and saith<br />What the tune shall be -<br />Time, who puts his breath<br />Into life and death,<br />Into earth and sea.<br /><br />To and fro years flow,<br />Fill their tides and ebb,<br />As his fingers go<br />Weaving to and fro<br />One unfinished web.<br /><br />All the range of change<br />Hath its bounds therein,<br />All the lives that range<br />All the byways strange<br />Named of death or sin.<br /><br />Star from far to star<br />Speaks, and white moons wake,<br />Watchful from afar<br />What the night's ways are<br />For the morning's sake.<br /><br />Many names and flames<br />Pass and flash and fall,<br />Night-begotten names,<br />And the night reclaims,<br />As she bare them, all.<br /><br />But the sun is one,<br />And the sun's name Right;<br />And when light is none<br />Saving of the sun,<br />All men shall have light.<br /><br />All shall see and be<br />Parcel of the morn;<br />Ay, though blind were we,<br />None shall choose but see<br />When that day is born.<br />
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by <b>Algernon Charles Swinburne</b><br />
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<b>Algernon Charles Swinburne</b> (London, April 5, 1837 - London, April 10, 1909) was an English poet, playwright, novelist, and critic. He invented the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roundel_%28poetry%29" title="Roundel (poetry)">roundel</a> form, wrote several novels, and contributed to the famous <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Encyclop%C3%A6dia_Britannica_Eleventh_Edition" title="Encyclopædia Britannica Eleventh Edition">Eleventh Edition</a> of the <i><a class="mw-redirect" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Encyclopaedia_Britannica" title="Encyclopaedia Britannica">Encyclopaedia Britannica</a></i>. He was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature in every year from 1903 to 1907 and again in 1909.<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Algernon_Charles_Swinburne#cite_note-nobellit-0"><span></span></a><br />
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Even tho i personally dont believe the story of Jesus and i feel like the birth scene was stolen from previous, older religions and at its core was an ancient tale referencing astrology, the poem is good. The style and flow is one <a href="http://soundcloud.com/defaced1">JediSwift</a> could appreciate.<br />
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I personally love his word usage its as if this man was a rapper in his day. His constant rhyming through the whole piece shows true mastery in his ability to manipulate words on a page. I also love of his reference to the occult also. Subtle yet his obviously displays understanding of the true origin of christmas as being pagan.<br />
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That Christ our Saviour was born!<br />
Earth's Redeemer, to save us from all danger,<br />
And, as the Holy Record tells, born in a manger.<br />
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Chorus --<br />
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Then ring, ring, Christmas bells,<br />
Till your sweet music o'er the kingdom swells,<br />
To warn the people to respect the morn<br />
That Christ their Saviour was born.<br />
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The snow was on the ground when Christ was born,<br />
And the Virgin Mary His mother felt very forlorn<br />
As she lay in a horse's stall at a roadside inn,<br />
Till Christ our Saviour was born to free us from sin.<br />
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Oh! think of the Virgin Mary as she lay<br />
In a lowly stable on a bed of hay,<br />
And angels watching O'er her till Christ was born,<br />
Therefore all the people should respect Christmas morn.<br />
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The way to respect Christmas time<br />
Is not by drinking whisky or wine,<br />
But to sing praises to God on Christmas morn,<br />
The time that Jesus Christ His Son was born;<br />
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Whom He sent into the world to save sinners from hell<br />
And by believing in Him in heaven we'll dwell;<br />
Then blest be the morn that Christ was born,<br />
Who can save us from hell, death, and scorn.<br />
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Then he warned, and respect the Saviour dear,<br />
And treat with less respect the New Year,<br />
And respect always the blessed morn<br />
That Christ our Saviour was born.<br />
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For each new morn to the Christian is dear,<br />
As well as the morn of the New Year,<br />
And he thanks God for the light of each new morn.<br />
Especially the morn that Christ was born.<br />
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Therefore, good people, be warned in time,<br />
And on Christmas morn don't get drunk with wine<br />
But praise God above on Christmas morn,<br />
Who sent His Son to save us from hell and scorn.<br />
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There the heavenly babe He lay<br />
In a stall among a lot of hay,<br />
While the Angel Host by Bethlehem<br />
Sang a beautiful and heavenly anthem.<br />
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Christmas time ought to be held most dear,<br />
Much more so than the New Year,<br />
Because that's the time that Christ was born,<br />
Therefore respect Christmas morn.<br />
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And let the rich be kind to the poor,<br />
And think of the hardships they do endure,<br />
Who are neither clothed nor fed,<br />
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font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">From troubled dreams, or slumbers deep,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">That music kindly bids us wake:</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">It calls us, with an angel's voice,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">To wake, and worship, and rejoice; </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">To greet with joy the glorious morn,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Which angels welcomed long ago,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">When our redeeming Lord was born,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">To bring the light of Heaven below;</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">The Powers of Darkness to dispel,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And rescue Earth from Death and Hell. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">While listening to that sacred strain,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">My raptured spirit soars on high;</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">I seem to hear those songs again</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Resounding through the open sky,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">That kindled such divine delight,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">In those who watched their flocks by night. </span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">With them, I celebrate His birth -</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Glory to God, in highest Heaven,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Good-will to men, and peace on Earth,</span><br style="background-color: white; 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font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And ponder'd sadly, wearied and forlorn.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">The winter wind that pass'd the chapel door,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Sang out a moody tune, that went right well</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">With mine own thoughts: I look'd down on the floor,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Between my feet, until I heard a bell</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Sound a long way off through the forest deep,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And toll on steadily; a drowsiness</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Came on me, so that I fell half asleep,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">As I sat there not moving: less and less</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">I saw the melted snow that hung in beads</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Upon my steel-shoes; less and less I saw</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Between the tiles the bunches of small weeds:</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Heartless and stupid, with no touch of awe</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Upon me, half-shut eyes upon the ground,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">I thought: O Galahad! the days go by,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Stop and cast up now that which you have found,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">So sorely you have wrought and painfully.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Night after night your horse treads down alone</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">The sere damp fern, night after night you sit</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Holding the bridle like a man of stone,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Dismal, unfriended: what thing comes of it?</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And what if Palomydes also ride,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And over many a mountain and bare heath</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Follow the questing beast with none beside?</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Is he not able still to hold his breath</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">With thoughts of Iseult? doth he not grow pale</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">With weary striving, to seem best of all</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">To her, "as she is best," he saith? to fail</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Is nothing to him, he can never fall.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">For unto such a man love-sorrow is</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">So dear a thing unto his constant heart,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">That even if he never win one kiss,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Or touch from Iseult, it will never part.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And he will never know her to be worse</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Than in his happiest dreams he thinks she is:</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Good knight, and faithful, you have 'scaped the curse</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">In wonderful-wise; you have great store of bliss.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Yea, what if Father Launcelot ride out,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Can he not think of Guenevere's arms, round</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Warm and lithe, about his neck, and shout</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Till all the place grows joyful with the sound?</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And when he lists can often see her face,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And think, "Next month I kiss you, or next week,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And still you think of me": therefore the place</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Grows very pleasant, whatsoever he seek.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">But me, who ride alone, some carle shall find</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Dead in my arms in the half-melted snow,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">When all unkindly with the shifting wind,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">The thaw comes on at Candlemas: I know</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Indeed that they will say: "This Galahad</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">If he had lived had been a right good knight;</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Ah! poor chaste body!" but they will be glad,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Not most alone, but all, when in their sight</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">That very evening in their scarlet sleeves</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">The gay-dress'd minstrels sing; no maid will talk</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Of sitting on my tomb, until the leaves,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Grown big upon the bushes of the walk,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">East of the Palace-pleasaunce, make it hard</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">To see the minster therefrom: well-a-day!</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Before the trees by autumn were well bared,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">I saw a damozel with gentle play,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Within that very walk say last farewell</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">To her dear knight, just riding out to find</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">(Why should I choke to say it?) the Sangreal,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And their last kisses sunk into my mind,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Yea, for she stood lean'd forward on his breast,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Rather, scarce stood; the back of one dear hand,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">That it might well be kiss'd, she held and press'd</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Against his lips; long time they stood there, fann'd</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">By gentle gusts of quiet frosty wind,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Till Mador de la porte a-going by,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And my own horsehoofs roused them; they untwined,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And parted like a dream. In this way I,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">With sleepy face bent to the chapel floor,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Kept musing half asleep, till suddenly</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">A sharp bell rang from close beside the door,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And I leapt up when something pass'd me by,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Shrill ringing going with it, still half blind</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">I stagger'd after, a great sense of awe</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">At every step kept gathering on my mind,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Thereat I have no marvel, for I saw</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">One sitting on the altar as a throne,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Whose face no man could say he did not know,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And though the bell still rang, he sat alone,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">With raiment half blood-red, half white as snow.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Right so I fell upon the floor and knelt,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Not as one kneels in church when mass is said,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">But in a heap, quite nerveless, for I felt</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">The first time what a thing was perfect dread.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">But mightily the gentle voice came down:</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">"Rise up, and look and listen, Galahad,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Good knight of God, for you will see no frown</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Upon my face; I come to make you glad.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">"For that you say that you are all alone,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">I will be with you always, and fear not</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">You are uncared for, though no maiden moan</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Above your empty tomb; for Launcelot,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">"He in good time shall be my servant too,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Meantime, take note whose sword first made him knight,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And who has loved him alway, yea, and who</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Still trusts him alway, though in all men's sight,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">"He is just what you know, O Galahad,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">This love is happy even as you say,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">But would you for a little time be glad,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">To make ME sorry long, day after day?</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">"Her warm arms round his neck half throttle ME,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">The hot love-tears burn deep like spots of lead,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Yea, and the years pass quick: right dismally</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Will Launcelot at one time hang his head;</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">"Yea, old and shrivell'd he shall win my love.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Poor Palomydes fretting out his soul!</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Not always is he able, son, to move</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">His love, and do it honour: needs must roll</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">"The proudest destrier sometimes in the dust,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And then 'tis weary work; he strives beside</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Seem better than he is, so that his trust</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Is always on what chances may betide;</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">"And so he wears away, my servant, too,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">When all these things are gone, and wretchedly</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">He sits and longs to moan for Iseult, who</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Is no care now to Palomydes: see,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">"O good son, Galahad, upon this day,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Now even, all these things are on your side,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">But these you fight not for; look up, I say,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And see how I can love you, for no pride</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">"Closes your eyes, no vain lust keeps them down.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">See now you have ME always; following</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">That holy vision, Galahad, go on,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Until at last you come to ME to sing</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">"In Heaven always, and to walk around</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">The garden where I am." He ceased, my face</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And wretched body fell upon the ground;</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And when I look'd again, the holy place</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Was empty; but right so the bell again</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Came to the chapel-door, there entered</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Two angels first, in white, without a stain,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And scarlet wings, then, after them, a bed</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Four ladies bore, and set it down beneath</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">The very altar-step, and while for fear</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">I scarcely dared to move or draw my breath,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Those holy ladies gently came a-near,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And quite unarm'd me, saying: "Galahad,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Rest here awhile and sleep, and take no thought</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Of any other thing than being glad;</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Hither the Sangreal will be shortly brought,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">"Yet must you sleep the while it stayeth here."</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Right so they went away, and I, being weary,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Slept long and dream'd of Heaven: the bell comes near,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">I doubt it grows to morning. Miserere!</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">[Enter Two Angels in white, with scarlet wings; also, Four Ladies in gowns of red and green; also an Angel, bearing in his hands a surcoat of white, with a red cross.]</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">AN ANGEL</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">O servant of the high God, Galahad!</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Rise and be arm'd: the Sangreal is gone forth</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Through the great forest, and you must be had</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Unto the sea that lieth on the north:</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">There shall you find the wondrous ship wherein</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">The spindles of King Solomon are laid,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And the sword that no man draweth without sin,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">But if he be most pure: and there is stay'd,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Hard by, Sir Launcelot, whom you will meet</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">In some short space upon that ship: first, though,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Will come here presently that lady sweet,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Sister of Percival, whom you well know,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And with her Bors and Percival: stand now,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">These ladies will to arm you.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">[FIRST LADY, putting on the hauberk]</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Galahad,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">That I may stand so close beneath your brow,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Margaret of Antioch, am glad.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">[SECOND LADY, girding him with the sword.]</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">That I may stand and touch you with my hand,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">O Galahad, I, Cecily, am glad.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">[THIRD LADY, buckling on the spurs.]</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">That I may kneel while up above you stand,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And gaze at me, O holy Galahad,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">I, Lucy, am most glad.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">[FOURTH LADY, putting on the basnet.]</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">O gentle knight,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">That you bow down to us in reverence,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">We are most glad, I, Katherine, with delight</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Must needs fall trembling.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">[ANGEL, putting on the crossed surcoat.]</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Galahad, we go hence,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">For here, amid the straying of the snow,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Come Percival's sister, Bors, and Percival.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">[The Four Ladies carry out the bed, and all go but Galahad.]</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">GALAHAD.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">How still and quiet everything seems now:</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">They come, too, for I hear the horsehoofs fall.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">[Enter Sir Bors, Sir Percival and his Sister.]</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Fair friends and gentle lady, God you save!</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">A many marvels have been here to-night;</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Tell me what news of Launcelot you have,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And has God's body ever been in sight?</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">SIR BORS.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Why, as for seeing that same holy thing,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">As we were riding slowly side by side,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">An hour ago, we heard a sweet voice sing,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And through the bare twigs saw a great light glide,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">With many-colour'd raiment, but far off;</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And so pass'd quickly: from the court nought good;</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Poor merry Dinadan, that with jape and scoff</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Kept us all merry, in a little wood</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Was found all hack'd and dead: Sir Lionel</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And Gauwaine have come back from the great quest,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Just merely shamed; and Lauvaine, who loved well</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Your father Launcelot, at the king's behest</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Went out to seek him, but was almost slain,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Perhaps is dead now; everywhere</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">The knights come foil'd from the great quest, in vain;</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">In vain they struggle for the vision fair.</span><br />
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By seaward valley and cedarn steep,<br />
And bright and blest were the dreams of its sleep;<br />
All the hours of that wonderful night-tide through<br />
The stars outblossomed in fields of blue,<br />
A heavenly chaplet, to diadem<br />
The King in the manger of Bethlehem.<br />
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Out on the hills the shepherds lay,<br />
Wakeful, that never a lamb might stray,<br />
Humble and clean of heart were they;<br />
Thus it was given them to hear<br />
Marvellous harpings strange and clear,<br />
Thus it was given them to see<br />
The heralds of the nativity.<br />
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In the dim-lit stable the mother mild<br />
Looked with holy eyes on her child,<br />
Cradled him close to her heart and smiled;<br />
Kingly purple nor crown had he,<br />
Never a trapping of royalty;<br />
But Mary saw that the baby's head<br />
With a slender nimbus was garlanded.<br />
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Speechless her joy as she watched him there,<br />
Forgetful of pain and grief and care,<br />
And every thought in her soul was a prayer;<br />
While under the dome of the desert sky<br />
The Kings of the East from afar drew nigh,<br />
And the great white star that was guide to them<br />
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font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">In many a stained-glass window sheen</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">From Crimson Lake to Hookers Green.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">The holly in the windy hedge</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And round the Manor House the yew</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Will soon be stripped to deck the ledge,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">The altar, font and arch and pew,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">So that the villagers can say</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">'The church looks nice' on Christmas Day.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Provincial Public Houses blaze,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Corporation tramcars clang,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">On lighted tenements I gaze,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Where paper decorations hang,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And bunting in the red Town Hall</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Says 'Merry Christmas to you all'.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And London shops on Christmas Eve</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Are strung with silver bells and flowers</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">As hurrying clerks the City leave</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">To pigeon-haunted classic towers,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And marbled clouds go scudding by</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">The many-steepled London sky.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And girls in slacks remember Dad,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And oafish louts remember Mum,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And sleepless children's hearts are glad.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And Christmas-morning bells say 'Come!'</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Even to shining ones who dwell</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Safe in the Dorchester Hotel.</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And is it true,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">This most tremendous tale of all,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Seen in a stained-glass window's hue,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">A Baby in an ox's stall ?</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">The Maker of the stars and sea</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Become a Child on earth for me ?</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And is it true ? For if it is,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">No loving fingers tying strings</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Around those tissued fripperies,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">The sweet and silly Christmas things,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Bath salts and inexpensive scent</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And hideous tie so kindly meant,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">No love that in a family dwells,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">No carolling in frosty air,</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Nor all the steeple-shaking bells</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">Can with this single Truth compare -</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">That God was man in Palestine</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;">And lives today in Bread and Wine.</span><br />
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And left at last the country to the country;<br />
When between whirls of snow not come to lie<br />
And whirls of foliage not yet laid, there drove<br />
A stranger to our yard, who looked the city,<br />
Yet did in country fashion in that there<br />
He sat and waited till he drew us out<br />
A-buttoning coats to ask him who he was.<br />
He proved to be the city come again<br />
To look for something it had left behind<br />
And could not do without and keep its Christmas.<br />
He asked if I would sell my Christmas trees;<br />
My woods—the young fir balsams like a place<br />
Where houses all are churches and have spires.<br />
I hadn’t thought of them as Christmas Trees.<br />
I doubt if I was tempted for a moment<br />
To sell them off their feet to go in cars<br />
And leave the slope behind the house all bare,<br />
Where the sun shines now no warmer than the moon.<br />
I’d hate to have them know it if I was.<br />
Yet more I’d hate to hold my trees except<br />
As others hold theirs or refuse for them,<br />
Beyond the time of profitable growth,<br />
The trial by market everything must come to.<br />
I dallied so much with the thought of selling.<br />
Then whether from mistaken courtesy<br />
And fear of seeming short of speech, or whether<br />
From hope of hearing good of what was mine,<br />
I said, “There aren’t enough to be worth while.”<br />
“I could soon tell how many they would cut,<br />
You let me look them over.”<br />
<br />
“You could look.<br />
But don’t expect I’m going to let you have them.”<br />
Pasture they spring in, some in clumps too close<br />
That lop each other of boughs, but not a few<br />
Quite solitary and having equal boughs<br />
All round and round. The latter he nodded “Yes” to,<br />
Or paused to say beneath some lovelier one,<br />
With a buyer’s moderation, “That would do.”<br />
I thought so too, but wasn’t there to say so.<br />
We climbed the pasture on the south, crossed over,<br />
And came down on the north.<br />
He said, “A thousand.”<br />
<br />
“A thousand Christmas trees!—at what apiece?”<br />
<br />
He felt some need of softening that to me:<br />
“A thousand trees would come to thirty dollars.”<br />
<br />
Then I was certain I had never meant<br />
To let him have them. Never show surprise!<br />
But thirty dollars seemed so small beside<br />
The extent of pasture I should strip, three cents<br />
(For that was all they figured out apiece),<br />
Three cents so small beside the dollar friends<br />
I should be writing to within the hour<br />
Would pay in cities for good trees like those,<br />
Regular vestry-trees whole Sunday Schools<br />
Could hang enough on to pick off enough.<br />
A thousand Christmas trees I didn’t know I had!<br />
Worth three cents more to give away than sell,<br />
As may be shown by a simple calculation.<br />
Too bad I couldn’t lay one in a letter.<br />
I can’t help wishing I could send you one,<br />
In wishing you herewith a Merry Christmas.<br />
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by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)<br />
<br />
GOING to heaven!<br />
I don't know when,<br />
Pray do not ask me how,--<br />
Indeed, I'm too astonished<br />
To think of answering you!<br />
Going to heaven!--<br />
How dim it sounds!<br />
And yet it will be done<br />
As sure as flocks go home at night<br />
Unto the shepherd's arm!<br />
<br />
Perhaps you're going too!<br />
Who knows?<br />
If you should get there first,<br />
Save just a little place for me<br />
Close to the two I lost!<br />
The smallest "robe" will fit me,<br />
And just a bit of "crown";<br />
For you know we do not mind our dress<br />
When we are going home.<br />
<br />
I'm glad I don't believe it,<br />
For it would stop my breath,<br />
And I'd like to look a little more<br />
At such a curious earth!<br />
I am glad they did believe it<br />
Whom I have never found<br />
Since the mighty autumn afternoon<br />
I left them in the ground.<br />
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by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)<br />
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THE gentian weaves her fringes,<br />
The maple's loom is red.<br />
My departing blossoms<br />
Obiate parade.<br />
<br />
A brief, but patient illness,<br />
An hour to prepare;<br />
And one, below this morning,<br />
Is where the angels are.<br />
<br />
It was a short procession,--<br />
The bobolink was there,<br />
An aged bee addressed us,<br />
And then we knelt in prayer.<br />
<br />
We trust that she was willing,--<br />
We ask that we may be.<br />
Summer, sister, seraph,<br />
Let us go with thee!<br />
<br />
In the name of the bee<br />
And of the butterfly<br />
And of the breeze, amen!<br />
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<br />
by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)<br />
<br />
THE daisy follows soft the sun,<br />
And when his golden walk is done,<br />
Sits shyly at his feet.<br />
He, waking, finds the flower near.<br />
"Wherefore, marauder, art thou here?"<br />
"Because, sir, love is sweet!"<br />
<br />
We are the flower, Thou the sun!<br />
Forgive us, if as days decline,<br />
We nearer steal to Thee,--<br />
Enamoured of the parting west,<br />
The peace, the flight, the amethyst,<br />
Night's possibility!<br />
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by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)<br />
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COME slowly, Eden!<br />
Lips unused to thee,<br />
Bashful, sip thy jasmines,<br />
As the fainting bee,<br />
<br />
Reaching late his flower,<br />
Round her chamber hums,<br />
Counts his nectars--enters,<br />
And is lost in balms!<br />
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by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)<br />
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S if some little arctic flower,<br />
Upon the polar hem,<br />
Went wandering down the latitudes,<br />
Until it puzzled came<br />
To continents of summer,<br />
To firmaments of sun,<br />
To strange, bright crowds of flowers,<br />
And birds of foreign tongue!<br />
I say, as if this little flower<br />
To Eden wandered in--<br />
What then? Why, nothing, only<br />
Your inference therefrom!<br />
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by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)<br />
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AN awful tempest mashed the air,<br />
The clouds were gaunt and few;<br />
A black, as of a spectre's cloak,<br />
Hid heaven and earth from view.<br />
<br />
The creatures chuckled on the roofs<br />
And whistled in the air,<br />
And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth,<br />
And swung their frenzied hair.<br />
<br />
The morning lit, the birds arose;<br />
The monster's faded eyes<br />
Turned slowly to his native coast,<br />
And peace was Paradise!<br />
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by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)<br />
<br />
AN altered look about the hills;<br />
A Tyrian light the village fills;<br />
A wider sunrise in the dawn;<br />
A deeper twilight on the lawn;<br />
A print of a vermilion foot;<br />
A purple finger on the slope;<br />
A flippant fly upon the pane;<br />
A spider at his trade again;<br />
An added strut in chanticleer;<br />
A flower expected everywhere;<br />
An axe shrill singing in the woods;<br />
Fern-odors on untravelled roads,--<br />
All this, and more I cannot tell,<br />
A furtive look you know as well,<br />
And Nicodemus' mystery<br />
Receives its annual reply.<br />
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