In The Forest.
One well might deem, among these miles of woods, Such were the Forests of the Holy Grail, Broceliand and Dean; where, clothed in mail, The Knights of Arthur rode, and all the broods Of legend laired. And, where no sound intrudes Upon the ear, except the glimmering wail Of some far bird; or, in some flowery swale, A brook that murmurs to the solitudes, Might think he hears the laugh of Vivien Blent with the moan of Merlin, muttering bound By his own magic to one stony spot; And in the cloud, that looms above the glen, In which the sun burns like the Table Round, Might dream he sees the towers of Camelot.
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