Beyond the night, across the day,

Thro' all the world she follow'd him.

The Day-Dream. The Departure, iv.

We are ancients of the earth,

And in the morning of the times.

L'Envoi.

As she fled fast through sun and shade

The happy winds upon her play'd,

Blowing the ringlet from the braid.

Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinevere.