the Equinox - The Hermetic Library

the Equinox - The Hermetic Library the Equinox - The Hermetic Library

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14 SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT Sir Palamede the Saracen Rides like a centaur mad with war; He sabres many a million men, And tramples many a million more! Before him lies the untravelled land Where never a human soul is known, A desert by a wizard banned, A soulless wilderness of stone. Nor grass, nor corn, delight the vales; Nor beast, nor bird, span space. Immense, Black rain, grey mist, white wrath of gales, Fill the dread armoury of sense. Nor shines the sun; nor moon, nor star Their subtle light at all display; Nor day, nor night, dispute the scaur: All's one intolerable grey. Black llyns, grey rocks, white hills of snow! No flower, no colour: life is not. This is no way for men to go From Severn-mouth to Camelot. Despair, the world upon his speed, Drive (like a lion from his den Whom hunger hunts) the man at need, Sir Palamede the Saracen.

SIR PALAMEDE the Saracen Hath cast his sword and arms aside. To save the world of goodly men, He sets his teeth to ride—to ride! V Three days: the black horse drops and dies. The trappings furnish them a fire, The beast a meal. With dreadful eyes Stare into death the child, the sire. Six days: the gaunt and gallant knight Sees hateful visions in the day. Where are the antient speed and might Were wont to animate that clay? Nine days; they stumble on; no more His strength avails to bear the child. Still hangs the mist, and still before Yawns the immeasurable wild. Twelve days: the end. Afar he spies The mountains stooping to the plain; A little splash of sunlight lies Beyond the everlasting rain. 15

SIR PALAMEDE <strong>the</strong> Saracen<br />

Hath cast his sword and arms aside.<br />

To save <strong>the</strong> world of goodly men,<br />

He sets his teeth to ride—to ride!<br />

V<br />

Three days: <strong>the</strong> black horse drops and dies.<br />

<strong>The</strong> trappings furnish <strong>the</strong>m a fire,<br />

<strong>The</strong> beast a meal. With dreadful eyes<br />

Stare into death <strong>the</strong> child, <strong>the</strong> sire.<br />

Six days: <strong>the</strong> gaunt and gallant knight<br />

Sees hateful visions in <strong>the</strong> day.<br />

Where are <strong>the</strong> antient speed and might<br />

Were wont to animate that clay?<br />

Nine days; <strong>the</strong>y stumble on; no more<br />

His strength avails to bear <strong>the</strong> child.<br />

Still hangs <strong>the</strong> mist, and still before<br />

Yawns <strong>the</strong> immeasurable wild.<br />

Twelve days: <strong>the</strong> end. Afar he spies<br />

<strong>The</strong> mountains stooping to <strong>the</strong> plain;<br />

A little splash of sunlight lies<br />

Beyond <strong>the</strong> everlasting rain.<br />

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