Excerpt from "Sir Galahad" written by Alfred Lord Tennyson 



Then move the trees, the copses nod,

Wings flutter, voices hover clear. 

"O just and faithful knight of God!

Ride on! The prize is near." 

So pass I hostel, hall, and grange,

By bridge and ford, by park and pale,

All-arm'd I ride, whate'er betide

Until I find the holy Grail



.....said the lonesome pilgrim far from home