My Awards:
My Badges:
|

|
O YOUNG Mariner, You from the haven Under the sea-cliff, You
that are watching The gray Magician With eyes of
wonder, I am Merlin, And I am dying, I am
Merlin Who follow The Gleam.
|
Mighty the Wizard Who found me at sunrise Sleeping, and woke
me And learn'd me Magic! Great the Master, And sweet the
Magic, When over the valley, In early summers, Over the
mountain, On human faces, And all around me, Moving to
melody, Floated The Gleam.
|

|

|
Once at the croak of a Raven who crost it, A barbarous people, Blind
to the magic, And deaf to the melody, Snarl'd at and cursed
me. A demon vext me, The light retreated, The landskip
darken'd, The melody deaden'd, The Master whisper'd "Follow
The Gleam."
|
Then to the melody, Over a wilderness Gliding, and glancing
at Elf of the woodland, Gnome of the cavern, Griffin and
Giant, And dancing of Fairies In desolate hollows, And wraiths
of the mountain, And rolling of dragons By warble of water, Or
cataract music Of falling torrents, Flitted The Gleam.
|

|
|
Down from the mountain And over the level, And streaming and shining
on Silent river, Silvery willow, Pasture and
plowland, Horses and oxen, Innocent maidens, Garrulous
children, Homestead and harvest, Reaper and gleaner, And
rough-ruddy faces Of lowly labour, Slided The Gleam.--
|
Then, with a melody Stronger and statelier, Led me at
length To the city and palace Of Arthur the king; Touch'd at
the golden Cross of the churches, Flash'd on the
Tournament, Flicker'd and bicker'd From helmet to helmet, And
last on the forehead Of Arthur the blameless Rested The Gleam.
|

|

|
Clouds and darkness Closed upon Camelot; Arthur had vanish'd I
knew not whither, The king who loved me, And cannot die; For
out of the darkness Silent and slowly The Gleam, that had waned to a
wintry glimmer On icy fallow And faded forest, Drew to the
valley Named of the shadow,
|
And slowly brightening Out of the
glimmer, And slowly moving again to a melody Yearningly
tender, Fell on the shadow, No longer a shadow, But clothed
with The Gleam.
|

|

|
And broader and brighter The Gleam flying onward, Wed to the
melody, Sang thro' the world; And slower and fainter, Old and
weary, But eager to follow, I saw, whenever In passing it
glanced upon
|
Hamlet or city, That under the Crosses The dead
man's garden, The mortal hillock, Would break into
blossom; And so to the land's Last limit I came-- And can no
longer, But die rejoicing, For thro' the Magic
|

|

|
Of Him the
Mighty, Who taught me in childhood, There on the border Of
boundless Ocean, And all but in Heaven Hovers The Gleam.
|
Not of the sunlight, Not of the moonlight, Not of the
starlight! O young Mariner, Down to the haven, Call your
companions, Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And,
ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, Follow
The Gleam.
|

|
|
My Novels:
My Reference:
Mystery School
My Blog:
My Salons:
My Friends:
My Favorites:
My Pandas:
|