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He sang, "Yodelay-hee, I ain't no untarnished Galahad,
Down from Arcadia like a dream in your head
But gentle lady, lend me the true heart I never had
And I'll stain the lavenders red
With all of this good blood I shed,"
Lancelot said.

. Dave Carter


I do not think they will sing to me.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

. T. S. Eliot


The joy seclusion's savour gives
He shall discover soon who lives
In open air; and that is why
The wise prefer the open sky.

. Visuddhimagga