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 And alway through the rhymes reverberate came The virginal soft burden of her name. And ere the full song failed upon her ear Joy strove within her till it cast out fear, And all her heart was as his harp, and rang Swift music, made of hope whose birthnote sprang Bright in the blood that kindled as he sang.

'Stars know not how we call them, nor may flowers Know by what happy name the hovering hours Baptize their new-born heads with dew and flame: And Love, adored of all time as of ours, Iseult, knew nought for ages of his name.

With many tongues men called on him, but he Wist not which word of all might worthiest be To sound for ever in his ear the same, Till heart of man might hear and soul might see, Iseult, the radiance ringing from thy name.

'By many names men called him, as the night By many a name calls many a starry light, Her several sovereigns of dividual fame; But day by one name only calls aright, Iseult, the sun that bids men praise his name.

'In many a name of man his name soared high And song shone round it soaring, till the sky Rang rapture, and the world's fast-founded frame Trembled with sense of triumph, even as I, Iseult, with sense of worship at thy name.

'In many a name of woman smiled his power Incarnate, as all summer in a flower, Till winter bring forgetfulness or shame: But thine, the keystone of his topless tower, Iseult, is one with Love's own lordliest name.