(from "Knights of King Arthur's Court" by Jessie Weston)
ride adown the forest aisles
From morn till evening shade,
Beneath the stars of heaven my head,
At fall of night, is laid.
No comrade wendeth at my side,
No voice bids me God-speed,
Alone by hill and vale I ride,
Alone by wood and mead.
"For somewhere, near, or far away,
One waiteth long mine aid,
I may not rest, by night or day,
Until his grief be stayed.
For many a year, with prayer and tear,
I've sought to find the way,
But rough or smooth, the path I choose
Still leadeth me astray.
"I may not rest from off my quest,
I may not stay my hand,
Tho' Life and Love be waiting me,
Far in a distant land.
I may not see my wife's fair face,
I may not faint for fail,
Till I have won Anfortas grace,
And found the Holy Grail."
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