The steady knight takes sword in hand
And wends his way through that misted land
Across the endless seas of sand
To the wood at the end of the world
Beyond the vale of ruined towers
Behind the hill that fog devours
Across the plain of impossible flowers
He rides, with cape unfurl’d
With tired eyes, behold at last
The fallen keep – a crumbling mass
Where Merlin’s ship of twinkling glass
Once sailed on a wave of pearls
He hears Queen Alice’s guiding grace
“Go forth,” she says, “to a wicked place,”
Where demons pace with a buck-goat’s face –
Saint Dwynwen’s power observe!”
Swan Meat 
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