And I was waked by some one singing; I felt very happy; I felt young again; I had fair delicate raiment on, my sword was gone, and my armour; I tried to think where I was, and could not for my happiness; I tried to listen to the words of the song. Nothing, only an old echo in my ears, only all manner of strange scenes from my wretched past life before my eyes in a dim, far-off manner: then at last, slowly, without effort, I heard what she sang.  
"Christ keep the Hollow Land
All the summer-tide;
Still we cannot understand
Where the waters glide;
 
Only dimly seeing them
Coldly slipping through
Many green-lipp'd cavern mouths.
Where the hills are blue."
 
"Then," she said, "come now and look for it, love, a hollow city in the Hollow Land."
 
I kissed Margaret, and we went.
 
Through the golden streets under the purple shadows of the houses we went, and the slow fanning backward and forward of the many-coloured banners cooled us: we two alone: there was no one with us. No soul will ever be able to tell what we said, how we looked.
 
At last we came to a fair palace, cloistered off in the old time, before the city grew golden from the din and hubbub of ............