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Timor Mortis

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An Arthurian Miscellany

"The thing that I feared is fallen upon me."

When deadly flesh, oh knight, shall see

The spiritual things,

The samite cloth, the Mystery,

The long street where the wings

Of eagles are the minstrelsy,

And winnow death, like dust away

Upon a windy day.

Then, if thine arm, like Galahad,

And thy heart tremble too,

Heave up, oh knight, thy hands, full glad

To know the death he knew

The samite drawn, the Grail unclad

Logris and beyond the sea

That sails to Ar'mathie.

There, healed and solaced by the Grail,

Thy wounds shall hurt not so:

But He, that Knight whom men did nail

Upon the tree shall show

Those wounds they made, that brow left pale

By death, which call and bid thee come

Safe, oh knight errant, home.
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