...this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep — the men I loved. I think that we Shall nevermore, at any future time, Delight our souls with talk of...mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I row'd across And took it, and have worn it, like a king : And, wheresoever I am sung or told In aftertime,...

...by this people which I made,— Though Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more—but let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten through...Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword—and how I row'd across And took it, and have worn it, like a king : And, wheresoever I am sung...

...this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep— the men I loved. I think that we Shall nevermore, at any future time, Delight our souls with talk of...rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Eose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword...

...made, — Though Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more — but let what will he, he, I am so deeply smitten through the helm That without...mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I row'd across And took it, and have worn it, like a king : And, wheresoever I am sung or told In aftertime,...

...this world holds record. Such a sleep They sleep — the men I loved. I think that we Shall nevermore, at any future time, Delight our souls with talk of...my brand Excalibur, Which was my pride : for thou remembcrest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake,...

...this people which I made, — Though Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more — hut let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten through...mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword — and how I row'd across And took it, and have worn it, like a king : And, wheresoever I am sung or told In aftertime,...

...by this people which I made,— Though Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more—but let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten through...Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful. Holding the sword—and how I row'd across And took it, and have worn it, like a king : And, wheresoever I am sung...

...that I should come again To rule once more — but let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I cannot last till morn....rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Eose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword...

...that I should come again To rule once more — but let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I cannot last till morn....rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Eose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword...

...that I should come again To rule once more—but let what will be, be, I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I cannot last till morn....rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Bose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword—and...