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WHEN I set out for Lyonnesse, / A hundred miles away, / The rime was on the spray, / And starlight lit my lonesomeness / When I set out for Lyonnesse / A hundred miles away.
What would bechance at Lyonnesse / While I should sojourn there / No prophet durst declare, / Nor did the wisest wizard guess / What would bechance at Lyonnesse / While I should sojourn there.
When I came back from Lyonnesse / With magic in my eyes, / None managed to surmise / What meant my godlike gloriousness, / When I came back from Lyonnesse / With magic in my eyes.