V.

Up the quest again he took, Rode through wood and wave; Sought in many a mossy nook, Many a hermit-cave;

Sought until the evening red Sunk in shadow deep; Sought until the moonlight fled; Slept, and sought in sleep.

Where he wandered, seeking, sad, Story doth not say, But at length sir Galahad Found it on a day;

Took the Grail with holy hand, Had the cup of joy; Carried it about the land, Gleesome as a boy;

Laid his sword where he had found Boot for every bale, Stuck his spear into the ground, Kept alone the Grail.