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1862–1938

The Sangreal

Henry John Newbolt

Once, when beside me in that sacred place I saw my lady lift her lovely head, And saw the Chalice gleam above her face And her dear lips with life immortal red,

Then, born again beyond the mist of years, I knelt in Heaven, and drank the wine of tears.

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