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“But now farewell. I am going a long way
With these thou seëst—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 ever 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.”
― Lord Tennyson, Idylls of the King