Lift up your heart! Out of such pain the immortal part of us Is tempered. The King passes: even now He is ferried over that lamenting mere, And voices from the starred air sing him home. But for us, tarriers in this wounded world, Love, only love, that knows no measure, love That understands all sorrows and all sins, Love that alone changes the hearts of men, And gives to the last heart-beat, only love Suffices. Come we apart and pray awhile For the noble and great spirits passed from us. (_The chant is heard nearer, and rises louder as the scene closes in darkness. After a pause the gloom melts, gradually revealing a wide distance of moonlit water, over which glides a barge, bearing_ KING ARTHUR, _and the three Queens sorrowing over him, to the island of Avalon._) Transcriber’s Notes Obvious typographical errors have been silently corrected. Variations in hyphenation and accents have been standardised but all other spelling and punctuation remains unchanged. Italics are represented thus _italic_.