Each fleeting shadow of earth and sky, By the elfin builders of the frost. Within the hall are song and laughter, And sprouting is every corbel and rafter Wallows the Yule-log's roaring tide; Like a locust shrills the imprisoned sap, Go threading the soot-forest's tangled Like herds of startled deer. But the wind without was eager and Of Sir Launfal's gray hair it makes a harp, A Christmas carol of its own, terless!" A single crow on the tree-top bleak From his shining feathers shed off the cold sun; Again it was morning, but shrunk and As if her veins were sapless and old, For a last dim look at earth and sea. II. Sir Launfal turned from his own hard For another heir in his earldom sate; Little he recked of his earldom's loss, cross, But deep in his soul the sign he wore, III. Sir Launfal's raiment thin and spare And sought for a shelter from cold and snow In the light and warmth of long-ago; Then nearer and nearer, till, one by one, The voice of the seneschal flared like a He can count the camels in the sun, torch As he shouted the wanderer away from the porch, And he sat in the gateway and saw all night The great hall-fire, so cheery and bold, Build out its piers of ruddy light PART SECOND. I. THERE was never a leaf on bush or tree, spun; As over the red-hot sands they pass And with its own self like an infant And waved its signal of palms. Then the soul of the leper stood up in his eyes And looked at Sir Launfal, and straightway he Remembered in what a haughtier guise And set forth in search of the Holy Grail. And gave the leper to eat and drink, 'T was water out of a wooden bowl, Yet with fine wheaten bread was the leper fed, And 't was red wine he drank with his thirsty soul. As the hangbird is to the elm-tree bough; No longer scowl the turrets tall, She entered with him in disguise, She lingers and smiles there the whole year round; The meanest serf on Sir Launfal's land Has hall and bower at his command; And there's no poor man in the North Countree But is lord of the earldom as much as he. NOTE. According to the mythology of the Romancers, the San Greal, or Holy Grail, was the cup out of which Jesus partook of the Last Supper with his disciples. It was brought into England by Joseph of Arimathea, and remained there, an object of pilgrimage and adoration, |