Strain, strain thine eyes, this parting is for aye!
Grief have her will of thee! Thy faith confessed
To his unequal, he must go, the quest
Fulfilled that brought him hither on thy day
Of imminent, direst peril. Now away
To other shores bids him the Grail’s...
William Morton Payne
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Sin-satiate, and haggard with despair,
Freed from the unholy mountain’s baleful spell,
Forth coming from the very pit of Hell,
The fallen knight repentant kneels in prayer.
But hark! what solemn strains fill all the air?
What pilgrim chants now on the... -
Not merely for our pleasure, but to purge
The soul from baseness, from ignoble fear,
And all the passions that make dim the clear
Calm vision of the world; our feet to urge
On to ideal far-set goals; to merge
Our being with the heart of things; brought... -
What time the earth takes on the garb of Spring,
And new-born joy runs riot in the blood,
When the year’s tide turns refluent to its flood,
And blissful birds their songs are carolling,—
When life once more is fair, and everything
In nature smiles, when...