...windblown fens, are for him as full of the intuition of divine presences as the consecrated shrine where ' Three angels bear the holy Grail, With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they Bail.' Yet, harmonious as the ' bodily seeming,' and the inner mind of the poem may be, it is likewise...

...vessels sparkle clean, The shrill bell rings, the censer swings, And solemn chaunts resound between. IV. Sometimes on lonely mountain-me'res I find a magic...feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides,...

...vessels sparkle clean, The shrill bell rings, the censer swings, And solemn chaunts resound between. IV. Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic...bark ; I leap on board : no helmsman steers: I float til l all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear the holy Grail: With folded feet,...

...vessels sparkle clean, The shrill bell rings, the censer swings, And solemn chaunts resound between. IV. Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic...feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides,...

...chants resound between. Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I lind a magic bark ; I leap on boarrl : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle...feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal barg, As down dark tides the glory slides,...

...vessels sparkle clean, The shrill hell rings, the censer swings, And solemn chaunts resound between. Iv. Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic...dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels hear the holy Grail : With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed...

...Such hope, I know not fear ; I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven . That often meet me here : — A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...feet in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God 1 My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory slides,...

...vessels sparkle clean, The shrill bell rings, the censer swings, And solemn chants resound between. Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic...angels bear the holy grail : With folded feet, in stoies of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her...

...vessels sparkle clean, The shrill bell rings, the censer swings, And solemn chaunts resound between. IV. Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic...angels bear the holy Grail : With folded feet, in stoics of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision ! blood of God ! My spirit beats her...

...vessels sparkle clean, The shrill bell rings, the censer swings, And solemn chaunts resound between. Iv. Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : A gentle sound, an awful light! Three angels bear the holy Grail: With folded feet, in stoles of...