Knights questing down dim dales of Faery; 



Portent and prophecy and weird mischance; 

 Echoes of ancient runes that faint and flee ; 



Flute-song and lute-song without dissonance; 

 And over all, like twilight o'er the sea, 



The elusive gleam and glamour of Romance! 



Clinton Scollard. 



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A garden was an important and even essential 

 annex of a monastery, not only because of the 

 "herbularis" or physic garden, from the herbs of 

 which the monks compounded salves and potions 

 for the wounded knight or the plundered wayfarer 

 who might take shelter within its protecting walls, 

 but also because of the solace which the shady trees 

 and many flowers brought to the sick, for a monastery 

 was generally a hospital as well. 



Selected. 



"Herbularis'' 



A chaplet then of Herbs I'll make 



Than which though yours be braver, 

 Yet this of mine I'll undertake 



Shall not be short of savour : 

 With Basil then I will begin, 



Whose scent is wondrous pleasing; 

 This Eglantine I'll next put in, 



The sense with sweetness seizing; 

 Then in my Lavender I lay, 



Muscado put among it, 

 With here and there a leaf of Bay, 



Which still shall run along it. 



Germander, Marjoram and Thyme, 

 Which used are for strewing ; 



With Hyssop as an herb most prime 

 Here in my wreath bestowing; 



Then Balm and Mint help to make up 



