Author Mortimer Collins 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. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments