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	SONGS FOR BOYHOOD.		147
	Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic bark; I leap on board: no helmsman steers I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light! Three angels bear the holy Grail: With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail.	A maiden knight�to me is given Such hope, I know not fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven That often meet me here. I muse on joys that will not cease, Pure spaces clothed in living beams, And lilies of eternal peace, Whose odors haunt my dreams;
	Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit bursts her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides, And star-like mingles with the stars. When, on my goodly charger borne, Through dreamiug towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn, The streets are dumb with snow. The tempest crackles on the leads, And, ringing, spins from brand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving hail. I leave the plain, I climb the height; No branchy thicket shelter yields: But blessed forms, in whistling storms, Fly o'er waste fens and windy fields.	Till, stricken by an angel's hand, This mortal armor that I wear, This weight and size, this heart and eyes, Are touched, are turned to finest air. The clouds are broken in the sky, And through the mountain-walls A rolling organ-harmony Swells up, and shakes, and falls. Then move the trees, the copses nod, Wings flutter, voices hover clear : "O just and faithful knight of God! Ride ou! the prize is near!" So pass I hostel, hall, and grange ; By bridge and ford, by park and pale, All armed I ride, whate'er betide, Until I find the holy Graii.