Excerpt from The Prophecy of Merlin and Other Poems Has gone and left none like him among men. O happy, thrice and fourfold, ye who rest, Both friends and foemen, in one peaceful bed, While I am sick at soul and cannot die Oh That the battle might be fought again Then would I surely seek the way to death, And bleed and sleep like you, and be at peace. But now, ah Whither, whither can I go. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.