When I Set Out For Lyonnesse

When I set out for Lyonnesse,

    A hundred miles away,

    The rime was on the spray,

  And starlight lit my lonesomeness

  When I set out for Lyonnesse

    A hundred miles away.

  What would bechance at Lyonnesse

    While I should sojourn there

    No prophet durst declare,

  Nor did the wisest wizard guess

  What would bechance at Lyonnesse

    While I should sojourn there.

  When I came back from Lyonnesse

    With magic in my eyes,

    All marked with mute surmise

  My radiance rare and fathomless,

  When I came back from Lyonnesse

    With magic in my eyes!

Composition Date:1870.The lyrical form of this poem is abbaab.1.The 1914 edition lacks the date \