THE PERFECT HOUR

BBE it on my blazon shownHow I fought the fiends alone,Ere I rose to this content,Open, true, magnificent.My heart from the underworldRides the bright sea-foam upcurled;My heart suns in air betweenMedlar-pear and nectarine;Terrors run to me at dawnTamer than the velvet fawn;Not to me hath Love deniedHis great star of eventide.Fate, where is thy splintered spearMet me in the tourney year?Once thou wert in overthrow,Then I laughed, and let thee go.Wouldst thou yet make sport of me,Find me kingly, fervent, free!Though there come the foreordained,In thy city have I not reigned?

BBE it on my blazon shownHow I fought the fiends alone,Ere I rose to this content,Open, true, magnificent.My heart from the underworldRides the bright sea-foam upcurled;My heart suns in air betweenMedlar-pear and nectarine;Terrors run to me at dawnTamer than the velvet fawn;Not to me hath Love deniedHis great star of eventide.Fate, where is thy splintered spearMet me in the tourney year?Once thou wert in overthrow,Then I laughed, and let thee go.Wouldst thou yet make sport of me,Find me kingly, fervent, free!Though there come the foreordained,In thy city have I not reigned?

BBE it on my blazon shownHow I fought the fiends alone,Ere I rose to this content,Open, true, magnificent.

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BE it on my blazon shown

How I fought the fiends alone,

Ere I rose to this content,

Open, true, magnificent.

My heart from the underworldRides the bright sea-foam upcurled;My heart suns in air betweenMedlar-pear and nectarine;

My heart from the underworld

Rides the bright sea-foam upcurled;

My heart suns in air between

Medlar-pear and nectarine;

Terrors run to me at dawnTamer than the velvet fawn;Not to me hath Love deniedHis great star of eventide.

Terrors run to me at dawn

Tamer than the velvet fawn;

Not to me hath Love denied

His great star of eventide.

Fate, where is thy splintered spearMet me in the tourney year?Once thou wert in overthrow,Then I laughed, and let thee go.

Fate, where is thy splintered spear

Met me in the tourney year?

Once thou wert in overthrow,

Then I laughed, and let thee go.

Wouldst thou yet make sport of me,Find me kingly, fervent, free!Though there come the foreordained,In thy city have I not reigned?

Wouldst thou yet make sport of me,

Find me kingly, fervent, free!

Though there come the foreordained,

In thy city have I not reigned?


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