When I Set Out for Lyonnesse


When I set out for Lyonnesse,
      A hundred miles away,
      The rime was on the spray,
And starlight lit my lonesomeness
When I set out for Lyonnesse
      A hundred miles away.

What would bechance at Lyonnesse
      While I should sojourn there
      No prophet durst declare,
Nor did the wisest wizard guess
What would bechance at Lyonnesse
      While I should sojourn there.

When I came back from Lyonnesse
      With magic in my eyes,
      None managed to surmise
What meant my godlike gloriousness,
When I came back from Lyonnesse
      With magic in my eyes.


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