Poems
With other knights of more enduring mould
Stayed still within the hall, though day waxed old,
And mournful shadows brooded thin and pale,
Stayed still within the hall, though day waxed old,
And mournful shadows brooded thin and pale,
'Alas!' the king made moan, 'how little is
Remained to me of former might and bliss
Save fallen hopes and out-worn memories;
'And all my dreams, and every battle won
Over the heathen, and the holy love,
Wherewith to fill each knightly heart I strove
Oblivion soon shall claim in Avalon.'
Remained to me of former might and bliss
Save fallen hopes and out-worn memories;
'And all my dreams, and every battle won
Over the heathen, and the holy love,
Wherewith to fill each knightly heart I strove
Oblivion soon shall claim in Avalon.'
Two days had fallen lifeless, little heard
Was Glory's voice the while, but, ere the third
Languished towards night, resounding armour stirred
The mournful streets; with weary steps they came,
Was Glory's voice the while, but, ere the third
Languished towards night, resounding armour stirred
The mournful streets; with weary steps they came,
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