"But now farewell. I am going a long way

With these thou seest—if indeed I go

(For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)—

To the island-valley of Avilion;

Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow,

Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies

Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard lawns

And bowery hollows crown’d with summer sea,

Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.”

So said he, and the barge with oar and sail

Moved from the brink like some full-breasted swan

That fluting a wild carol ere her death,

Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood

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Revolving many memories, till the hull

Look’d one black dot against the verge of dawn,

And on the mere the wailing died away.

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