eyes

And looked at Sir Launfal, and straightway he

Remembered in what a haughtier guise
He had flung an alms to leprosie,
When he girt his young life up in gilded
mail

And set forth in search of the Holy Grail.
The heart within him was ashes and dust;
He parted in twain his single crust,
He broke the ice on the streamlet's
brink,

And gave the leper to eat and drink,
'T was a mouldy crust of coarse brown
bread,

'T was water out of a wooden bowl, — Yet with fine wheaten bread was the leper fed,

And 't was red wine he drank with his thirsty soul.

She entered with him in disguise,
There is no spot she loves so well on
And mastered the fortress by surprise;
ground,

She lingers and smiles there the whole year round;

The meanest serf on Sir Launfal's land Has hall and bower at his command; And there's no poor man in the North

Countree

But is lord of the earldom as much as he.

NOTE. According to the mythology of the Romancers, the San Greal, or Holy Grail, was the cup out of which Jesus partook of the last

supper with his disciples. It was brought into

England by Joseph of Arimathea, and remained there, an object of pilgrimage and adoration,