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The Poetical Works of George MacDonald (Parables)

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II.

  How sir Galahad found and lost the Grail.

Galahad was in the night,

  And the wood was drear; But to men in darksome plight

  Radiant things appear:

Wings he heard not floating by,

  Heard no heavenly hail; But he started with a cry,

  For he saw the Grail.

Hid from bright beholding sun,

  Hid from moonlight wan, Lo, from age-long darkness won,

  It was seen of man!

Three feet off, on cushioned moss,

  As if cast away, Homely wood with carven cross,

  Rough and rude it lay!

To his knees the knight rose up,

  Loosed his gauntlet-band; Fearing, daring, toward the cup

  Went his naked hand;

When, as if it fled from harm,

  Sank the holy thing, And his eager following arm

  Plunged into a spring.

Oh the thirst, the water sweet!

  Down he lay and quaffed, Quaffed and rose up on his feet,

  Rose and gayly laughed;

Fell upon his knees to thank,

  Loved and lauded there; Stretched him on the mossy bank,

  Fell asleep in prayer;

Dreamed, and dreaming murmured low

  Ave, pater, creed; When the fir-tops gan to glow

  Waked and called his steed;

Bitted him and drew his girth,

  Watered from his helm: Happier knight or better worth

  Was not in the realm!

Belted on him then his sword,

  Braced his slackened mail; Doubting said: "I dreamed the Lord

  Offered me the Grail."


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