“When I Set Out for Lyonnesse”
When I set out for Lyonnesse,A hundred miles away,The rime was on the spray,And starlight lit my lonesomenessWhen I set out for LyonnesseA hundred miles away.
What would bechance at LyonnesseWhile I should sojourn thereNo prophet durst declare,Nor did the wisest wizard guessWhat would bechance at LyonnesseWhile I should sojourn there.
When I came back from LyonnesseWith magic in my eyes,None managed to surmiseWhat meant my godlike gloriousness,When I came back from LyonnesseWith magic in my eyes.
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