The Sword Will Rise Again(Idylls of the Beholder)
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O! By endless wonders!
O! By zealous martyrs!
Is what I see to others seen?
Have I lived with a fawns eyes?
Is this illusive belief?
For in a cove, in a center bur
The days gleam out the oculus
The enshrined sword of Excalibur;
On the high hill of stone,
On the damasked hilt,
Surrounded by the grassy furs
From out the cove was overgrown
A flushing hedge-like wreath
And the peaking blade from its scabbard
It spotless and lean
Had aloft over all things
Like a tombed star, the blade clear as a dream
This crux of Arthur by a brigand behold
Like in legend, as mystic Merlin told
By the King of Britain, to a truly stalwart soul
Can be the host that hoist Excalibur
And enamel his age with gold;
Perchance I am he,
To hold mastery of thee
But if to let temptations abut
And latch to heavens hilted leaf
Might it ruin under dismaying dole
Into engenderless silver seeds,
To escape ill intent and grief
But as I behold thus
Cannot I contemplate with cynical glut?:
Will a dynasty be born from me
If clutch this masterpiece?
May I be the alchemist to all goals?
May I exceed this earthly realm
And tower above my doubts?
Above my own burs— drowsy burs
That sing my mettle to sleep
And at every motion, coddle me till weak
I—from my bleak silence murmur
Till I shouting speak;
“Wise citizens, and blasphemed wizards,
I hold silver salvation, bore by a bronze hand,
As I master a gold head, and my will—
Will thus be stoutly marshaled!”
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Octovo Libra
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