Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE KNIGHT LOHENGRIN'S NARRATIVE OF THE GRAIL, FR. LOHENGRIN, by RICHARD WAGNER (1813-1883)


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THE KNIGHT LOHENGRIN'S NARRATIVE OF THE GRAIL, FR. LOHENGRIN, by                    
First Line: In a far land to which your steps attain not
Last Line: Where in the sight of god ye saw me land.
Subject(s): Grail; Holy Grail; Graal


In a far land to which your steps attain not,
A castle lies which Monsalvat is named;
A shining temple standeth in its circuit,
So costly built that earth naught like it knows:
Therein's a cup, of wonder-doing virtue,
All guarded as 'twere Holiness itself --
Its care and service mortals' highest duty --
Thither to us by host angelic brought;
Each several year a dove from heaven descendeth,
Once more new strength imparting to its charm.
The Grail 'tis called; and faith most pure, most blessed
Its presence on our fellowship bestows.
Whoever to its service shall be summoned,
With superhuman power is armed straightway.
On him falls useless every spell of evil,
Before him flees the dark of death itself.
He whom this Grail shall send to lands full distant,
For right's defense a warrior to strive,
Not even from him its power divine is wanting
If all unknown he as its champion bides;
So high and holy is its latent blessing
That it unveiled must shun the eye profane.
But of its knight beware a doubt to cherish: --
Once known to you, he straightway must depart.
Hark ye then, how your question I shall answer:
I by the Holy Grail to you was summoned;
My father, Parsifal, his crown is wearing, --
His knight am I, and Lohengrin my name.

And now how came I hither, further listen:
Appeal lamenting on the air was borne;
In the Grail-Temple forthwith understood we
That far away, distressful was a maid.
While we the Grail its counsel were imploring
Whereto a champion should from us be sped,
Lo, on the stream a floating swan beheld we,
And to us waiting did he bring a skiff.
My father, he who knew that swan's true nature,
Grail-counseled, to our service it received
(Since who shall serve the Grail a single twelvemonth,
From such must needs depart dark magic's curse);
And next, it forth should tranquilly convey me
Whither the call for help afar had come.
Since through the Grail to combat was I chosen
Thus filled with courage did I say farewell.
Through wandering streams and surging waves of ocean
The faithful swan has brought me toward my goal
Until among ye, on the shore, he drew me
Where in the sight of God ye saw me land.






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