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, buckling on the spurs That I may kneel while up above you stand, And gaze at me, O holy Galahad, I, Lucy, am most glad.

, putting on the basnet That you bow down to us in reverence, We are most glad, I, Katherine, with delight Must needs fall trembling.

, putting on the crossed surcoat For here, amid the straying of the snow, Come Percival's sister, Bors, and Percival.

How still and quiet everything seems now: They come, too, for I hear the horsehoofs fall.

Enter,, and his Sister Fair friends and gentle lady, God you save! A many marvels have been here to-night; Tell me what news of Launcelot you have, And has God's body ever been in sight.