THE WAKING OF KING ARTHUR

An Arthurian Miscellany at sacred-texts.com

Little harp, at the cry
   He shall come in his time;
And thy sword-song on high,
   High shall chime.

Little harp, in his heart
   Is the fire; in his hand
Are the sword, and the Art,
   To command.

Little harp, like the wind
   Is his strength; like thy sound
Are his words, to unbind
   Every wound.

Little harp, if his name
   Be unknown, ye shall hear
How the Stars tell his fame
   Far and near.

Little harp, if unknown
   He awake, there shall sing
All the Stars, as they crown
   Him All-King!