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 And seek that friendship of her plighted troth Which love shall be full fain to lend, nor loth Shall my love be to take it.' So next night The multitudinous stars laughed round their flight, Fulfilling far with laughter made of light The encircling deeps of heaven: and in brief space At Camelot their long love gat them grace Of those fair twain whose heads men's praise impearled As love's two lordliest lovers in the world: And thence as guests for harbourage past they forth To win this noblest hold of all the north. Far by wild ways and many days they rode, Till clear across June's kingliest sunset glowed The great round girth of goodly wall that showed Where for one clear sweet season's length should be Their place of strength to rest in, fain and free, By the utmost margin of the loud lone sea. And now, O Love, what comfort? God most high, Whose life is as a flower's to live and die, Whose light is everlasting: Lord, whose breath Speaks music through the deathless lips of death Whereto time's heart rings answer: Bard, whom time Hears, and is vanquished with a wandering rhyme That once thy lips made fragrant: Seer, whose sooth Joy knows not well, but sorrow knows for truth, Being priestess of thy soothsayings: Love, what grace Shall these twain find at last before thy face?