Parzival: A Knightly Epic (vol. 2 of 2)Wolfram, von Eschenbach
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Parzival: A Knightly Epic (vol. 2 of 2)
Wolfram, von Eschenbach
Perceval (Legendary character) -- Romances
And this have ye heard of aforetime, how he lay, for he
scarce might sit,
And the couch and its goodly decking, forsooth have ye read
of it.
And the twain did Anfortas welcome with gladness, and yet
with grief,
And he spake, 'O'er-long have I waited tho' I win from thine
hand relief; 130
But a while ago didst thou leave me in such wise, art thou
true of heart,
And thinkest to aid my sorrow, thou must have in repentance
part.
If e'er men have praised thy valour, then be thou to my woe a
friend,
And pray of these knights and maidens that death may my
torment end;
If _Parzival_ men shall call thee, then forbid me the Grail
to see 135
Seven nights and eight days, and I wot well my wailing shall
silenced be!
Nor further I dare to warn thee--Well for thee if thou help
canst bring!
A stranger shall be thy comrade, and I think it an evil thing
That thus he doth stand before me, say wherefore no thought
dost take
For his comfort, and bid him seat him?' Then Parzival,
weeping, spake: 140
'Now say where the Grail It lieth? If God's mercy He think to
show,
And it be o'er His wrath the victor, this folk, they shall
surely know!'
Then three times on his knee he bowed him in the Name of the
Trinity,
And three times he prayed that the sorrow of Anfortas should
ended be,
Then he stood upright, and he turned him to the monarch, and
thus he spake: 145
'_What aileth thee here, mine uncle?_' He who Lazarus from
death did wake,
And by the mouth of His saint, Sylvester, a dead beast to
life did bring,
Wrought healing and strength on Anfortas--and all men beheld
the king,
And what French folk shall know as '_Florie_' it shone on his
face so fair,
And Parzival's manly beauty was but as the empty air! 150
Yea, Vergulacht, Askalon's monarch, and Absalom, David's son,
And all who the dower of beauty as their birthright shall
e'er have won--
E'en Gamuret, as men saw him draw near unto Kanvoleis,
So wondrous fair to look on--they were naught unto all men's
eyes
When matched with the radiant beauty that forth from his
bitter woe 155
He bare, the King Anfortas--such skill God doth surely know!
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