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![THE CHAPEL IN LYONESS / SIR OZANA LE CURE HARDY / SIR GALAHAD / SIR BORS DE GANYS](http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/9d/Early_poems_of_William_Morris_-_Florence_Harrison_illustration_at_page_041.png/400px-Early_poems_of_William_Morris_-_Florence_Harrison_illustration_at_page_041.png)
Sir Ozana
All day long and every day,
From Christmas-Eve to Whit-Sunday,
Within that Chapel-aisle I lay,
And no man came a-near.
Naked to the waist was I,
And deep within my breast did lie,
Though no man any blood could spy,
The truncheon of a spear.
No meat did ever pass my lips.
Those days—(Alas! the sunlight slips
From off the gilded parclose, dips,
And night comes on apace.)
My arms lay back behind my head;
Over my raised-up knees was spread
A samite cloth of white and red;
A rose lay on my face.
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