King Pharamond

Said I not when thou knew'st it, all courage should fail thee? But me--my heart fails not, I am Pharamond as ever. I shall seek and shall find--come help me, my fosterer! --Yet if thou shouldst ask for a sign from that country What have I to show thee--I plucked a blue milk-wort From amidst of the field where she wandered fair-footed-- It was gone when I wakened--and once in my wallet I set some grey stones from the way through the forest-- These were gone when I wakened--and once as I wandered A lock of white wool from a thorn-bush I gathered; It was gone when I wakened--the name of that country-- Nay, how should I know it?--but ever meseemeth 'Twas not in the southlands, for sharp in the sunset And sunrise the air is, and whiles I have seen it Amid white drift of snow--ah, look up, foster-father!