The Prophecy of Merlin and Other Poems
Nonfiction, Religion & Spirituality, New Age, History, Fiction & Literature
| Author: | John Reade | ISBN: | 9781465617040 |
| Publisher: | Library of Alexandria | Publication: | March 8, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | John Reade |
| ISBN: | 9781465617040 |
| Publisher: | Library of Alexandria |
| Publication: | March 8, 2015 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Sir Bedivere, in silence, watched the barge That bore away King Arthur to the vale Of Avalon, till it was seen no more. Then, on the beach, alone amid the dead, He lifted up his voice and sorely wept. “Alas!” he cried, “gone are the pleasant days At Camelot, and the sweet fellowship Of noble knights and true, and beauteous dames Who have no peers in all the living world, Is quite dissolved for ever, and the King Has gone and left none like him among men. O happy, thrice and fourfold, ye who rest, Both friends and foemen, in one peaceful bed, While I am sick at soul and cannot die! Oh! that the battle might be fought again! Then would I surely seek the way to death, And bleed and sleep like you, and be at peace. But now, ah! whither, whither can I go, Since he is gone who was my light of life, And whom to see was bliss? What can I do Without the voice that gave my arm its strength? Or wherefore bear a sword, since now no more Excalibur points forth to noble deeds?”
Sir Bedivere, in silence, watched the barge That bore away King Arthur to the vale Of Avalon, till it was seen no more. Then, on the beach, alone amid the dead, He lifted up his voice and sorely wept. “Alas!” he cried, “gone are the pleasant days At Camelot, and the sweet fellowship Of noble knights and true, and beauteous dames Who have no peers in all the living world, Is quite dissolved for ever, and the King Has gone and left none like him among men. O happy, thrice and fourfold, ye who rest, Both friends and foemen, in one peaceful bed, While I am sick at soul and cannot die! Oh! that the battle might be fought again! Then would I surely seek the way to death, And bleed and sleep like you, and be at peace. But now, ah! whither, whither can I go, Since he is gone who was my light of life, And whom to see was bliss? What can I do Without the voice that gave my arm its strength? Or wherefore bear a sword, since now no more Excalibur points forth to noble deeds?”
