When he caged his young life up in gilded And set forth in search of the Holy Grail. 'T was water out of a wooden bowl, Yet with fine wheaten bread was the leper fed, And 't was red wine he drank with his thirsty soul. VII. As Sir Launfal mused with a downcast face, A light shone round about the place; The leper no longer crouched at his side, But stood before him glorified, Shining and tall and fair and straight As the pillar that stood by the Beautiful Gate, Himself the Gate whereby men can Enter the temple of God in Man. |