Publisher's Synopsis
Thither through moaning woods came Bedivere, At gloomy breaking of a winter's day, Weary and travel-stained and sick at heart, With a great wound gotten in that last fray Ere he stood by, and watched the King depart Down the long, silent reaches of the mere: And all the earth was sad, and skies were drear, And the wind cried, and chased the relict leaves Like ships, that the storm-tossed ocean batters and heaves, And they fly before the gale, and the mariners fe
