Mês: setembro 2021

A maiden knight–to me is given
   Such hope, I know not fear;
I yearn to breathe the airs of heaven
   That often meet me here.
I muse on joy that will not cease,
   Pure spaces clothed in living beams,
Pure lilies of eternal peace,
   Whose odours haunt my dreams;
And, stricken by an angel’s hand,
   This mortal armour that I wear,
This weight and size, this heart and eyes,
   Are touch’d, are turn’d to finest air.

Sir Galahad –  Alfred Lord Tennyson