But she,that rose the tallest of them all And fairest,laid his head upon her lap,And loosed the shattered casque,and chafed his hands,And called him by his name,complaining loud,And dropping bitter tears against a brow Striped with dark blood:for all his face was white And colourless,and like the withered moon Smote by the fresh beam of the springing east;And all his greaves and cuisses dashed with drops Of onset;and the light and lustrous curls--That made his forehead like a rising sun High from the dais-throne--were parched with dust;Or,clotted into points and hanging loose,Mixed with the knightly growth that fringed his lips.
So like a shattered column lay the King;
Not like that Arthur who,with lance in rest,From spur to plume a star of tournament,Shot through the lists at Camelot,and charged Before the eyes of ladies and of kings.
Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere:
'Ah!my Lord Arthur,whither shall I go?
Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes?
For now I see the true old times are dead,When every morning brought a noble chance,And every chance brought out a noble knight.
Such times have been not since the light that led The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh.
But now the whole Round Table is dissolved Which was an image of the mighty world,And I,the last,go forth companionless,And the days darken round me,and the years,Among new men,strange faces,other minds.'
And slowly answered Arthur from the barge:
'The old order changeth,yielding place to new,And God fulfils himself in many ways,Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Comfort thyself:what comfort is in me?
I have lived my life,and that which I have done May He within himself make pure!but thou,If thou shouldst never see my face again,Pray for my soul.More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of.Wherefore,let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain,If,knowing God,they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend?
For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
But now farewell.I am going a long way With these thou seest--if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)--To the island-valley of Avilion;
Where falls not hail,or rain,or any snow,Nor ever wind blows loudly;but it lies Deep-meadowed,happy,fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea,Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.'
So said he,and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink,like some full-breasted swan That,fluting a wild carol ere her death,Ruffles her pure cold plume,and takes the flood With swarthy webs.Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories,till the hull Looked one black dot against the verge of dawn,And on the mere the wailing died away.
But when that moan had past for evermore,The stillness of the dead world's winter dawn Amazed him,and he groaned,'The King is gone.'
And therewithal came on him the weird rhyme,'From the great deep to the great deep he goes.'
Whereat he slowly turned and slowly clomb The last hard footstep of that iron crag;Thence marked the black hull moving yet,and cried,'He passes to be King among the dead,And after healing of his grievous wound He comes again;but--if he come no more--O me,be yon dark Queens in yon black boat,Who shrieked and wailed,the three whereat we gazed On that high day,when,clothed with living light,They stood before his throne in silence,friends Of Arthur,who should help him at his need?'
Then from the dawn it seemed there came,but faint As from beyond the limit of the world,Like the last echo born of a great cry,Sounds,as if some fair city were one voice Around a king returning from his wars.
Thereat once more he moved about,and clomb Even to the highest he could climb,and saw,Straining his eyes beneath an arch of hand,Or thought he saw,the speck that bare the King,Down that long water opening on the deep Somewhere far off,pass on and on,and go From less to less and vanish into light.
And the new sun rose bringing the new year.
