Angrily rose the flood with a mighty murmuring sound

Angrily rose the flood with a mighty murmuring sound:
The King with his guests of honour, the City and people, were drowned.
And the Magic Mere abideth until the Judgment Day . . .
Unless some knightly diver shall bring the pitcher away.
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