Then from the dawn it seemed there came, but faint As from beyond the limit of the world, Like the last echo born of a great cry, Sounds, as if some fair city were one voice Around a king returning from his wars. Here we have in the ancient story of Arthur the earliest strand in our literature — the Celtic element; though the legend of the Mysterious Passing was interwoven with it at a later date by the French Romancers.
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