Treasure Island

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

(12 May 1828 – 9 April 1882 / London / England)

God's Graal


The ark of the Lord of Hosts
Whose name is called by the name of Him
Who dwelleth between the Cherubim.
O Thou that in no house dost dwell,
But walk'st in tent and tabernacle.
For God of all strokes will have one
In every battle that is done.
Lancelot lay beside the well:
(God's Graal is good)
10 Oh my soul is sad to tell
The weary quest and the bitter quell;
For he was the lord of lordlihood,
And sleep on his eyelids fell.
Lancelot lay before the shrine;
(The apple tree's in the wood)
There was set Christ's very sign,
The bread unknown and the unknown wine
That the soul's life for a livelihood
Craves from his wheat and vine.

Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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