In The Forest

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Title:     In The Forest
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by Cawein]

One well might deem, among these miles of woods,
Such were the Forests of the Holy Grail,--
Broceliand and Dean; where, clothed in mail,
The Knights of Arthur rode, and all the broods
Of legend laired.--And, where no sound intrudes
Upon the ear, except the glimmering wail
Of some far bird; or, in some flowery swale,
A brook that murmurs to the solitudes,
Might think he hears the laugh of Vivien
Blent with the moan of Merlin, muttering bound
By his own magic to one stony spot;
And in the cloud, that looms above the glen,--
In which the sun burns like the Table Round,--
Might dream he sees the towers of Camelot.

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Madison Julius Cawein's poem: In The Forest

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