Lancelot lay before the shrine;
    (The apple tree's in the wood)
There was set Christ's very sign,
The bread unknown and the unknown wine
That the soul's life for a livelihood
    Craves from his wheat and vine.

(D. G. Rossetti)

Thus are we confounded by
The windy yearnings of a century gone by;
Thus is the mind of all our kind revealed,
Laden with untrue images, thick as blood
In every unexamined tissue of the soul.


AHJ