Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . ^1. if i«I the streets are dumb with snow. A maiden knight — to me is givenSuch hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heavenThat often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not spaces clothed in living beams. Pure lilies of eternal peace,Whose odours haunt my dreams; Sir Galahad. 169 And, stricken by an angels hand,This mortal armour that I wear. This weight and size, this heart and eyes,Are touchd, are turnd to finest air. The clouds are broken in the sky, And thro the mountain-wallsA rolling organ-harmony Swells up, and shakes
Maud, Locksley hall, and other poems . ^1. if i«I the streets are dumb with snow. A maiden knight — to me is givenSuch hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heavenThat often meet me here. I muse on joy that will not spaces clothed in living beams. Pure lilies of eternal peace,Whose odours haunt my dreams; Sir Galahad. 169 And, stricken by an angels hand,This mortal armour that I wear. This weight and size, this heart and eyes,Are touchd, are turnd to finest air. The clouds are broken in the sky, And thro the mountain-wallsA rolling organ-harmony Swells up, and shakes and move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear : O just and faithful knight of God ! Ride on ! the prize is pass I hostel, hall, and grange ; By bridge and ford, by park and pale,All-armd I ride, whateer betide. Until I find the holy Grail. EDWARD GRAY. Sweet Emma Moreland of yonder townINIet me walking on yonder way, And have you lost your heart ? she said ;And are you married yet, Edward Gra
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