the call that shall summon him back from 

 paradise. 



I am going a long way 

 With these thou seest if indeed I go 

 (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) 

 To the island-valley of Avilion ; 

 Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow, 

 Nor even wind blows loudly ; but it lies 

 Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns 

 And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, 

 Where I will heal me of my grievous wound. 



