martes, 20 de mayo de 2008

The Lady of the Lake.


And there I saw mage Merlin, whose vast wit
and hundred winters are but as the hands
of loyal vassals toiling for their liege.
And near him stood the Lady of the Lake,
who knows a subtler magic than his own -
clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful.
She gave the King his huge cross-hilted sword,
thereby to drive the heathen out: a mist
of incence curled about her, and her face
wellnigh was hidden in the minster gloom;
But there was heard among the holy hymns
a voice as of the waters, for she dwells
down in a deep; calm, whatsoever storms
may shake the world, and when the surface rolls,
hath power to walk the waters like our Lord.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-92) from Idylls of the King.

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