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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391047" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Vision Of The Holy Grail</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Deere Chryste, let not the cheere of earth,<br>To fill our hearts with heedless mirth<br>This holy Christmasse time;<br>But give us of thy heavenly cheere<br>That we may hold thy love most deere<br>And know thy peace sublime._</div><div style="margin:10px 0">* * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Full merry waxed King Pelles court<br>With Yuletide cheere and Yuletide sport,<br>And, when the board was spread,<br>Now wit ye well 'twas good to see<br>So fair and brave a companie<br>With Pelles at the head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Come hence, Elaine,' King Pelles cried,<br>'Come hence and sit ye by my side,<br>For never yet, I trow,<br>Have gentle virtues like to thine<br>Been proved by sword nor pledged in wine,<br>Nor shall be nevermo!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Sweete sir, my father,' quoth Elaine,<br>'Me it repents to give thee pain--<br>Yet, tarry I may not;<br>For I shall soond and I shall die<br>If I behold this companie<br>And see not Launcelot!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My heart shall have no love but this--<br>My lips shall know no other kiss,<br>Save only, father, thine;<br>So graunt me leave to seek my bower,<br>The lonely chamber in the toure,<br>Where sleeps his child and mine.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then frowned the King in sore despite;<br>'A murrain seize that traitrous knight,<br>For that he lies!' he cried--<br>'A base, unchristian paynim he,<br>Else, by my beard, he would not be<br>A recreant to his bride!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh, I had liefer yield my life<br>Than see thee the deserted wife<br>Of dastard Launcelot!<br>Yet, an' thou hast no mind to stay,<br>Go with thy damosels away--<br>Lo, I'll detain ye not.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her damosels in goodly train<br>Back to her chamber led Elaine,<br>And when her eyes were cast<br>Upon her babe, her tears did flow<br>And she did wail and weep as though<br>Her heart had like to brast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The while she grieved the Yuletide sport<br>Waxed lustier in King Pelles' court,<br>And louder, houre by houre,<br>The echoes of the rout were borne<br>To where the lady, all forlorn,<br>Made moning in the toure,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Swete Chryste,' she cried, 'ne let me hear<br>Their ribald sounds of Yuletide cheere<br>That mock at mine and me;<br>Graunt that my sore affliction cease<br>And give me of the heavenly peace<br>That comes with thoughts of thee!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lo, as she spake, a wondrous light<br>Made all that lonely chamber bright,<br>And o'er the infant's bed<br>A spirit hand, as samite pail,<br>Held sodaine foorth the Holy Grail<br>Above the infant's head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And from the sacred golden cup<br>A subtle incense floated up<br>And filled the conscious air,<br>Which, when she breather, the fair Elaine<br>Forgot her grief, forgot her pain.<br>Forgot her sore despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as the Grail's mysterious balm<br>Wrought in her heart a wondrous calm,<br>Great mervail 'twas to see<br>The sleeping child stretch one hand up<br>As if in dreams he held the cup<br>Which none mought win but he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through all the night King Pelles' court<br>Made mighty cheer and goodly sport.<br>Nor never recked the joy<br>That was vouchsafed that Christmass tide<br>To Launcelot's deserted bride<br>And to her sleeping boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Swete Chryste, let not the cheere of earth<br>To fill our hearts with heedless mirth<br>This present Christmasse night;<br>But send among us to and fro<br>Thy Holy Grail, that men may know<br>The joy withe wisdom dight._</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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To fill our hearts with heedless mirth
This holy Christmasse time;
But give us of thy heavenly cheere
That we may hold thy love most deere
And know thy peace sublime._

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