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-_With that Sir Gawain departed, joyful and sorrowful: joyful / because of what Merlin had assured him should happen to him; / and sorrowful, that Merlin had thus been lost._ / MORTE D'ARTHUR.
Thou Merlin, shut in the still wood of Death, / Yet living! who through forest-calm dost roll / A voice of guidance to the venturous soul / As when thou hadst the common blood and breath: / Far for thy praise my Fancy wandereth / Through all wide lands, and fain would spoil the whole / To heap crown-jewels at thine oak-tree's bole. / "Seek no bright words! " a wiser spirit saith. / "Not such the sage can please: no seeker he! / The world came to him in his tower, and told / Secrets of might, unforced and loving-free; / Nor held he Fancy's choice true gems and gold. / Kneel but and say: / _One grateful here behold! _ / _Of mine own treasure thou didst give the key! _"