Madison Cawein - To One Reading the Morte D'Arthure lyrics

O daughter of our Southern sun, Sweet sister of each flower, Dost dream in terraced Avalon A shadow-haunted hour? Or stand with Guinevere upon Some ivied Camelot tower? Or, in the wind, dost breathe the musk That blows Tintagel's sea on? Or 'mid the lists by castled Usk Hear some wild tourney's glee on? Or 'neath the Merlin moons of dusk Dost muse in old Caerleon? Or now of Launcelot, and then Of Arthur, 'mid the roses, Dost speak with wily Vivien? Or, where the shade reposes, Dost walk with stately, armored men In marble-fountained closes? So speak the dreams within thy gaze, The dreams thy spirit cages, Would that Romance – which on thee lays The spell of bygone ages – Held me! A memory of those days, A portion of those pages.