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He hears the hour's low hint and springs / To the chariot-side of Truth, while fast / The wild car swings / Through dust and cloud; / And the watchful elders, prophet-proud, / Give o'er his bones / To the wracking stones -- / But he has passed!
A weft of sky, and castles stare / High from a wizard shore, / Sun-arrowed, tower-strong; / Gold parapets in air / Down-pour, down-pour / Sea-falls of peri song; / Then earth, the dragon's lair; / Cave eyes and burning breath; / And the lance the Grail lords bore / This day flies swift and fair, / This day of the dragon's death.