From The Fairy Book of Pretelling
How Comes Thy Newest King
The incomparable sword, from the depths of the Lake.
See Merlin Ambrosius, with tongue like a snake.
He slithers and lies, and waits long in vain
For the orphan king of Lady Igraine.
At last he arrives and dons his mail
And, with his fair knights, parts open the veil.
Gate one is refound and quickly thrown wide;
Now Arthur the Next no longer can hide.
Lo! See the many changes in store:
The wizard is free, imprisoned no more.
As the king surveys and crisscrosses the field,
The Worlds are rejoined and the earth, it is healed.
Have faith, young king, be noble and ready;
Make haste for the Seven, surefire and steady.
Fail not—
Else the Worlds will rot.