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Sir PALaMEDE the Saracen
Hath hid him in an hermit’s cell
Upon an island in the fen
Of that lone land where Druids dwell.
There came an eagle from the height
And bade him mount. From dale to dell
They sank and soared. Last to the light
Of the great sun himself they flew,
Piercing the borders of the night,
Passing the irremeable blue.
Far into space beyond the stars
At last they came. And there he knew
All the blind reasonable bars
Broken, and all the emotions stilled,
And all the stains and all the scars
Left him; so like a child he thrilled
With utmost knowledge; all his soul,
With perfect sense and sight fulfilled,