And ere her ear might hear, her heart had heard,
  Nor sought she sign for witness of the word;
  But came and stood above him, newly dead,
  And felt his death upon her:  and her head
  Bowed, as to reach the spring that slakes all drouth;
  And their four lips became one silent mouth. {2}

Footnotes: 

{1} “Studies in the Wagnerian Drama,” by H. E. Krehbiel.

{2} Swinburne, “Tristram of Lyonesse.”

CHAPTER XIV

“Parsifal”

A lad, hotfoot in pursuit of a wild swan which one of his arrows has pierced, finds himself in a forest glade on the side of a mountain.  There he meets a body of knights and esquires in attendance on a king who is suffering from a wound.  The knights are a body of men whose mission it is to succor suffering innocence wherever they may find it.  They dwell in a magnificent castle on the summit of the mountain, within whose walls they assemble every day to contemplate and adore a miraculous vessel from which they obtain both physical and spiritual sustenance.  In order to enjoy the benefits which flow from this talisman, they are required to preserve their bodies in ascetic purity.  Their king has fallen from this estate and been grievously wounded in an encounter with a magician, who, having failed in his ambition to enter the order of knighthood, had built a castle over against that of the king, where, by practice of the black art and with the help of sirens and a sorceress, he seeks the ruin of the pure and celestial soldiery.  In his hands is a lance which once belonged to the knights, but which he had wrested from their king and with which he had given the dolorous stroke from which the king is suffering.

The healing of the king can be wrought only by a touch of the lance which struck the wound; and this lance can be regained only by one able to withstand the sensual temptations with which the evil-minded sorcerer has surrounded himself in his magical castle.  An oracle, that had spoken from a vision, which one day shone about the talisman, had said that this deliverer fool, an innocent simpleton, pity had made knowing:—­

[Musical excerpt—­“Durch mitleid wissend, der reine Thor, harre sein’ den ich erkor.”  The oracle]

For this hero king and knights are waiting and longing, since neither lotions nor baths nor ointments can bring relief, though they be of the rarest potency and brought from all the ends of the earth.  The lad who thus finds himself in this worshipful but woful company is himself of noble and knightly lineage.  This we learn from the recital of his history, but also from the bright, incisive, militant, chivalresque music associated with him:—­

[Musical excerpt—­the symbol of Parsifal]