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The Vision of Sir Launfal

The Vision of Sir Launfal

James Russell Lowell

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The Vision of Sir Launfal by James Russell Lowell

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"My golden spurs now bring to me,

And bring to me my richest mail,

For to-morrow I go over land and sea,

In search of the Holy Grail;

100Shall never a bed for me be spread,

Nor shall a pillow be under my head,

Till I begin my vow to keep;

Here on the rushes will I sleep,

And perchance there may come a vision true

105Ere day create the world anew."

Slowly Sir Launfal's eyes grew dim,

Slumber fell like a cloud on him,

And into his soul the vision flew.

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