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Rh His heavy-lidded eyes awoke, He gazed into her face. . "O queen of all my wanderings, Wilt grant me this one grace ? " If I should conquer, let it be By holy love of thee ; If I be vanquished, let me die Where I thy face can see." Then lowly, lowly stooped the queen, And softly kissed his cheek. Thereon the Wisdom King arose, And solemnly did speak : " Go, mortal, on thy toilsome quest, Not pain but doubt is o'er ; The knight who once the queen has kissed Is hers for evermore."