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One well might deem, among these miles of woods, / Such were the Forests of the Holy Grail, -- / Broceliand and Dean; where, clothed in mail, / The Knights of Arthur rode, and all the broods / Of legend laired. -- And, where no sound intrudes / Upon the ear, except the glimmering wail / Of some far bird; or, in some flowery swale, / A brook that murmurs to the solitudes, / Might think he hears the laugh of Vivien / Blent with the moan of Merlin, muttering bound / By his own magic to one stony spot; / And in the cloud, that looms above the glen, -- / In which the sun burns like the Table Round, -- / Might dream he sees the towers of Camelot.