the Equinox - The Hermetic Library

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

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82 THE HIGH HISTORY OF GOOD Of light! How lucent is the fog! How noble is my cabbage-head! How sweetly fragrant is the bog! “God's wounds!” (Sir Palamedes said), “What have I done to earn this portion? Must I, the clean knight born and bred, Sup with this filthy toad-abortion?” Nathless he stayed with him awhile, Lest by disdain his mention torsion Slip back, or miss the serene smile Should crown his quest; for (as onesaith) The unknown may lurk within the vile. So he who sought the Beauteous Breath, Desired the Goodly Gift of Grace, Went equal into life and death. But oh! the foulness of his face! Not here was anything of worth; He turned his back upon the place, Sought the blue sky and the green earth, Ay! and the lustral sea to cleanse That filth that stank about his girth,

SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT The sores and scabs, the warts and wens, The nameless vermin he had gathered In those insufferable dens, The foul diseases he had fathered. So now the quest slips from his brain: “First (Christ!) let me be clean again!” 83

SIR PALAMEDES, THE SARACEN KNIGHT<br />

<strong>The</strong> sores and scabs, <strong>the</strong> warts and wens,<br />

<strong>The</strong> nameless vermin he had ga<strong>the</strong>red<br />

In those insufferable dens,<br />

<strong>The</strong> foul diseases he had fa<strong>the</strong>red.<br />

So now <strong>the</strong> quest slips from his brain:<br />

“First (Christ!) let me be clean again!”<br />

83

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