That sir Galahad found the Grail.
Up the quest again he took,
Rode through wood and wave; Sought in many a mossy nook,
Many a hermit-cave;
Sought until the evening red
Sunk in shadow deep; Sought until the moonlight fled;
Slept, and sought in sleep.
Where he wandered, seeking, sad,
Story doth not say, But at length sir Galahad
Found it on a day;
Took the Grail with holy hand,
Had the cup of joy; Carried it about the land,
Gleesome as a boy;
Laid his sword where he had found
Boot for every bale, Stuck his spear into the ground,
Kept alone the Grail.