The Death Of Galahad

It was before the hour of dawn, Ere the birds 'gan to sing, There came to Galahad's chamber The herald of the King. All at the midnight hour he came And stood at the bedside: O and his eyes were calm and still Like pools at eventide. 'Rise up, rise up, Sir Galahad, Rise up and walk with me: Bide not at all for any man, Thy King hath called thee.' 'I am not clad in fine raiment, In purple and in pall, And I am shamed that thus I go Unto a great King's hall.' 'I have no cloak to my shoulders, No shoon to my bare feet, &mdash Surely in sorry plight am I For a great King to meet.' 'Thou shalt not come in fine raiment, In purple and in pall, Barefoot shalt go through the cold night, Nor weary be at all.' 'At Whinny Muir thou shalt not shrink Nor any scath shalt find; Nor shiver 'neath the starry skies At the cold shuddering wind.' 'Take thou no heed for feet unshod Nor want of mantle fine, For fair enow in thy King's sight Is that white soul of thine.'