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...air That pure severity of perfect light — I wanted warmth and color which I found In Lancelot — now I see thee what thou art, Thou art the highest and most human too, Not Lancelot nor another. Is there none Will tell the king I love him though so late ? Now ere he goes to the great Battle ?...

...air That pure severity of perfect light — I wanted warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot — now I see thee what thou art, Thou art the highest and most human too, Not Lancelot, nor another. Is there none Will tell the King I love him tho' so late 1 Now — ere he goes to the great Battle...

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