Post by Hor Du-Sith on Sept 19, 2010 18:22:57 GMT
The Legend of the Wizard
Who is he?-He
Who, beneath the Holy Well
Where secrets dwell,
Can tell
Where the Iron Gates are hid:
Who, when the time is ripe, will bid
Them to expand and show
Their treasure heap,
And, striking with his wand,
Awake from sleep
Steeds and an armed band,
The which for England's safety 'tis decreed
Will issue forth when in her utmost need:
He, who on the heights of Alderley awaits
The coming of the day:
He, who is seldom seen by mortal sight,
And seen, seen only in the gloom of night
On Milk-white steed:
He is the Wizard, whom the Fates
Have bid to do the deed,
Strike with his wand the Iron Gates,
And wake the armed band!
Who is he?-He
Who, beneath the Holy Well
Where secrets dwell,
Can tell
Where the Iron Gates are hid:
Who, when the time is ripe, will bid
Them to expand and show
Their treasure heap,
And, striking with his wand,
Awake from sleep
Steeds and an armed band,
The which for England's safety 'tis decreed
Will issue forth when in her utmost need:
He, who on the heights of Alderley awaits
The coming of the day:
He, who is seldom seen by mortal sight,
And seen, seen only in the gloom of night
On Milk-white steed:
He is the Wizard, whom the Fates
Have bid to do the deed,
Strike with his wand the Iron Gates,
And wake the armed band!