The ark of the Lord of Hosts <br />Whose name is called by the name of Him <br />Who dwelleth between the Cherubim. <br />O Thou that in no house dost dwell, <br />But walk'st in tent and tabernacle. <br />For God of all strokes will have one <br />In every battle that is done. <br />Lancelot lay beside the well: <br />(God's Graal is good) <br />10 Oh my soul is sad to tell <br />The weary quest and the bitter quell; <br />For he was the lord of lordlihood, <br />And sleep on his eyelids fell. <br />Lancelot lay before the shrine; <br />(The apple tree's in the wood) <br />There was set Christ's very sign, <br />The bread unknown and the unknown wine <br />That the soul's life for a livelihood <br />Craves from his wheat and vine.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-s-graal/
