All of the Old Kings
Are wakened from their sleep,
Arthur out of Avalon,
Ogier from the deep,
Redbeard from his Dragon-Rock,
Sigurd from his fen . . .
“Is it time,” they rise and cry,
“To lead our hosts again?”
They have donned their wing
(Margaret Widdemer)
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