Robbins Library Digital Projects Announcement: We are currently working on a large-scale migration of the Robbins Library Digital Projects to a new platform. This migration affects The Camelot Project, The Robin Hood Project, The Crusades Project, The Cinderella Bibliography, and Visualizing Chaucer.
While these resources will remain accessible during the course of migration, they will be static, with reduced functionality. They will not be updated during this time. We anticipate the migration project to be complete by Summer 2025.
If you have any questions or concerns, please contact us directly at robbins@ur.rochester.edu. We appreciate your understanding and patience.
While these resources will remain accessible during the course of migration, they will be static, with reduced functionality. They will not be updated during this time. We anticipate the migration project to be complete by Summer 2025.
If you have any questions or concerns, please contact us directly at robbins@ur.rochester.edu. We appreciate your understanding and patience.
Tristram and Iseult
We have been loosened from the bonds of time
And space in vain divides us. Near or far,
Absent, you shine before me like a star;
The hours when you are with me cease to chime.
Sadness we know but not satiety;
We heed to march of seasons short or long,
O’erwhelmed and deafened by the tides of song,
Which roll increasing from eternity.
For us the glory of the day is done;
An sunset melts in along silvery dream
Of darkness luminous with peace and dew;
We float, like ghosts upon death’s endless stream,
In bliss; for only one soft unison
Breathes in the empty vastness: I and you.
And space in vain divides us. Near or far,
Absent, you shine before me like a star;
The hours when you are with me cease to chime.
Sadness we know but not satiety;
We heed to march of seasons short or long,
O’erwhelmed and deafened by the tides of song,
Which roll increasing from eternity.
For us the glory of the day is done;
An sunset melts in along silvery dream
Of darkness luminous with peace and dew;
We float, like ghosts upon death’s endless stream,
In bliss; for only one soft unison
Breathes in the empty vastness: I and you.
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