THE VISION OF SIR LAUNFAL. PRELUDE TO PART FIRST. OVER his keys the musing organist, And builds a bridge from Dream- At the devil's booth are all things sold, Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold; For a cap and bells our lives we pay ; Bubbles we buy with a whole soul's tasking; "T is heaven alone that is given away, Then, as the touch of his loved instru- 'Tis only God may be had for the Gives hope and fervor, nearer draws No price is set on the lavish summer ; June may be had by the poorest comer. his theme, First guessed by faint auroral flushes sent Along the wavering vista of his dream. Not only around our infancy lie; And what is so rare as a day in June? And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether we look, or whether we listen, Daily, with souls that cringe and Every clod feels a stir of might, plot, We Sinais climb and know it not. Over our manhood bend the skies; With our faint hearts the mountain strives; An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, ers; The flush of life may well be seen Thrilling back over hills and valleys; Its arms outstretched, the druid wood The cowslip startles in meadows green, His mate feels the eggs beneath her | Warmed with the new wine of the wings, And the heart in her dumb breast flut ters and sings; year, Tells all in his lusty crowing! He sings to the wide world, and she to Joy comes, grief goes, we know not In the nice ear of Nature which song Everything is happy now, is the best? Now is the high-tide of the year, Everything is upward striving; 'T is as easy now for the heart to be true And whatever of life hath ebbed As for grass to be green or skies to be away Comes flooding back with a ripply cheer, Into every bare inlet and creek and bay; Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We are happy now because God wills it ; No matter how barren the past may have been, 'Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blos soms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing; The breeze comes whispering in our ear, That dandelions are blossoming near, streams are flowing, And if the breeze kept the good news back, blue, 'Tis the natural way of living: Who knows whither the clouds have fled? In the unscarred heaven they leave no wake; And the eyes forget the tears they have shed, The heart forgets its sorrow and ache; The soul partakes the season's youth, and woe Lie deep 'neath a silence pure and smooth, Like burnt-out craters healed with snow. What wonder if Sir Launfal now PART FIRST. I. "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; For other couriers we should not Till I begin my vow to keep; In the pool drowsed the cattle up to Sir Launfal flashed forth in his maiden And the very leaves seemed to sing on It was morning on hill and stream and 'T was the proudest hall in the North Rebuffed the gifts of the sunshine free, And gloomed by itself apart ; Countree, And never its gates might opened The season brimmed all other things Bearing Sir Launfal, the maiden For this man, so foul and bent of stat knight, In his gilded mail, that flamed so Rasped harshly against his dainty na ure, ture, It seemed the dark castle had gath- And seemed the one blot on the sum bright Those shafts the fierce sun had shot So he tossed him a piece of gold in Though I turn me empty from his To the soul that was starving in dark door; That is no true alms which the hand can hold ; He gives only the worthless gold Who gives from a sense of duty; But he who gives but a slender mite, And gives to that which is out of sight, ness before." PRELUDE TO PART SECOND. Down swept the chill wind from the mountain peak, From the snow five thousand summers old; That thread of the all-sustaining On open wold and hill-top bleak Beauty It had gathered all the cold, Which runs through all and doth all And whirled it like sleet on the wan unite, derer's cheek; |