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SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 44. ISEULT, by                    
First Line: Of all sweet forms within the enchanted air
Last Line: Thou art fair as when beside thee tristram woke.
Subject(s): Tristram & Isolde; Tristan And Isolde


Of all sweet forms within the enchanted air
Of ancient legend, and of all sweet eyes,
Thy form and glances ever the sweetest rise.
To me thou art e'en than Guinevere more fair,
And more bewitching thy deep blue-black hair
Than gold wherein the heart of Lancelot lies:
Thy gaze, full of the light of Irish skies,
Hath never failed one poet-heart to snare.—

From Tristram's knightly harp until to-day
All singers own thee. When the great seas broke
Beside Tintagel, thy strong spirit spoke
And thy shape mingled with the sea-mists grey
That floated round me. Centuries pass away:
Thou art fair as when beside thee Tristram woke.





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