The City Of Sarras

by: Ernest Rhys (Author)

from: Lays of the Round Table and Other Lyric Romances (Pp. 41 - 44)  1905

 "I require you that ye bury me not in this country, but as soon as I am dead put me in a boat at the next haven, . . . and as soon as ye three come to the city of Sarras, there to achieve the Holy Grail, . . . there bury me in the spiritual place."

                          I
OH, have you not heard of Sir Galahad,
    Sir Bors and Sir Percival,--
How they came to the Castle of Carbonek,--
    On the Quest of the Sancgreal?

                          II
They sate at King Pelles' table,--
    And they saw a Spear that bled
Three drops of blood most marvellous,--
    And a marvellous sweet voice said,--

                          III
"Sir Galahad,--Sir Galahad!
    Sir Bors, and Sir Percival!"--
And all three saw a shining form
    By the cup of the Sancgreal.

                          IV
"This is Joseph of Arimathea,"
    It said, "The which had grace;
Which was saved in the City of Sarras
    In the Spiritual Place!"

                          V
They grew adread to see the form
    Of one dead, three hundred year!
But Joseph said, "A man like you,
    Look on me,--have no fear!"

                          VI
Then they saw two angels stand there,
    Wax candles in their hand:
And Joseph of Arimathea
    Between that twain did stand.

                          VII
"Now," said he, "servants of Jesu Christ
    All three, you shall be fed
Afore this table with meats, more sweet
    Than any knight ate," he said:
But when he had said it, he vanished away,
    And the greater grew their dread.

                          VIII
Then came One from the Holy Grail,--
    They saw his blood; they knew the Light!
My knights, he said, my true children:
    You shall taste of the Grail this night.

                          IX
Straightway Sir Galahad kneeled down,--
    Sir Bors, and Sir Percival:
And they humbly received their Saviour
    And partook of the Sancgreal.

                          X
Too sweet for earth its savour was;--
    Too marvellous to be told
Was the Mystery, and beyond man's sight
    What the three knights saw unroll'd.

                          XI
This night, said he, you have seen much:
    But after Night, the Day;
And here in the realm of Logris
    The Sancgreal cannot stay.

                          XII
You have seen this night your souls' desire;
    But there waits a Mystery
More strange, my knights, than you can think
    Till to Sarras you sail the sea,--

                          XIII
Till you come where Joseph of Arimathea
    Stood with me, face to face;--
Till you stand in the City of Sarras,
    In the Spiritual Place.