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Say, have you thought what manner of man it is
Of whom men
say: ‘He could strike giants down’,
Or what strong memories over
Time’s abyss
Bore up the pomp of Camelot and the Crown?
And why one banner all the
background fills,
Beyond the pageant of so many spears,
And by what
witchery in the western
hills
A throne stands empty for a thousand years? |
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