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The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent	A
And tallest Gareth in a showerful spring	B
Stared at the spate A slender shafted Pine	C
Lost footing fell and so was whirled away	D
'How he went down ' said Gareth 'as a false knight	A
Or evil king before my lance if lance	E
Were mine to use O senseless cataract	A
Bearing all down in thy precipitancy	E
And yet thou art but swollen with cold snows	E
And mine is living blood thou dost His will	F
The Maker's and not knowest and I that know	G
Have strength and wit in my good mother's hall	H
Linger with vacillating obedience	E
Prisoned and kept and coaxed and whistled to	A
Since the good mother holds me still a child	A
Good mother is bad mother unto me	I
A worse were better yet no worse would I	J
Heaven yield her for it but in me put force	E
To weary her ears with one continuous prayer	K
Until she let me fly discaged to sweep	L
In ever highering eagle circles up	M
To the great Sun of Glory and thence swoop	N
Down upon all things base and dash them dead	A
A knight of Arthur working out his will	F
To cleanse the world Why Gawain when he came	O
With Modred hither in the summertime	P
Asked me to tilt with him the proven knight	A
Modred for want of worthier was the judge	Q
Then I so shook him in the saddle he said	A
Thou hast half prevailed against me said so he	I
Though Modred biting his thin lips was mute	A
For he is alway sullen what care I '	R
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And Gareth went and hovering round her chair	K
Asked 'Mother though ye count me still the child	A
Sweet mother do ye love the child ' She laughed	A
'Thou art but a wild goose to question it '	-
'Then mother an ye love the child ' he said	A
'Being a goose and rather tame than wild	A
Hear the child's story ' 'Yea my well beloved	A
An 'twere but of the goose and golden eggs '	-
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And Gareth answered her with kindling eyes	E
'Nay nay good mother but this egg of mine	C
Was finer gold than any goose can lay	D
For this an Eagle a royal Eagle laid	A
Almost beyond eye reach on such a palm	S
As glitters gilded in thy Book of Hours	E
And there was ever haunting round the palm	S
A lusty youth but poor who often saw	E
The splendour sparkling from aloft and thought	A
An I could climb and lay my hand upon it	A
Then were I wealthier than a leash of kings	E
But ever when he reached a hand to climb	P
One that had loved him from his childhood caught	A
And stayed him Climb not lest thou break thy neck	T
I charge thee by my love and so the boy	U
Sweet mother neither clomb nor brake his neck	T
But brake his very heart in pining for it	A
And past away '	-
	-
To whom the mother said	A
'True love sweet son had risked himself and climbed	A
And handed down the golden treasure to him '	-
	-
And Gareth answered her with kindling eyes	E
'Gold ' said I gold ay then why he or she	I
Or whosoe'er it was or half the world	A
Had ventured HAD the thing I spake of been	V
Mere gold but this was all of that true steel	W
Whereof they forged the brand Excalibur	X
And lightnings played about it in the storm	Y
And all the little fowl were flurried at it	A
And there were cries and clashings in the nest	A
That sent him from his senses let me go '	-
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Then Bellicent bemoaned herself and said	A
'Hast thou no pity upon my loneliness	E
Lo where thy father Lot beside the hearth	Z
Lies like a log and all but smouldered out	A
For ever since when traitor to the King	B
He fought against him in the Barons' war	A2
And Arthur gave him back his territory	I
His age hath slowly droopt and now lies there	K
A yet warm corpse and yet unburiable	W
No more nor sees nor hears nor speaks nor knows	E
And both thy brethren are in Arthur's hall	W
Albeit neither loved with that full love	B2
I feel for thee nor worthy such a love	B2
Stay therefore thou red berries charm the bird	A
And thee mine innocent the jousts the wars	E
Who never knewest finger ache nor pang	C2
Of wrenched or broken limb an often chance	E
In those brain stunning shocks and tourney falls	E
Frights to my heart but stay follow the deer	D2
By these tall firs and our fast falling burns	E
So make thy manhood mightier day by day	D
Sweet is the chase and I will seek thee out	A
Some comfortable bride and fair to grace	E
Thy climbing life and cherish my prone year	D2
Till falling into Lot's forgetfulness	E
I know not thee myself nor anything	B
Stay my best son ye are yet more boy than man '	-
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Then Gareth 'An ye hold me yet for child	A
Hear yet once more the story of the child	A
For mother there was once a King like ours	E
The prince his heir when tall and marriageable	W
Asked for a bride and thereupon the King	B
Set two before him One was fair strong armed	A
But to be won by force and many men	E2
Desired her one good lack no man desired	A
And these were the conditions of the King	B
That save he won the first by force he needs	E
Must wed that other whom no man desired	A
A red faced bride who knew herself so vile	W
That evermore she longed to hide herself	F2
Nor fronted man or woman eye to eye	J
Yea some she cleaved to but they died of her	X
And one they called her Fame and one O Mother	X
How can ye keep me tethered to you Shame	O
Man am I grown a man's work must I do	A
Follow the deer follow the Christ the King	B
Live pure speak true right wrong follow the King	B
Else wherefore born '	-
	-
To whom the mother said	A
'Sweet son for there be many who deem him not	A
Or will not deem him wholly proven King	B
Albeit in mine own heart I knew him King	B
When I was frequent with him in my youth	G2
And heard him Kingly speak and doubted him	H2
No more than he himself but felt him mine	C
Of closest kin to me yet wilt thou leave	I2
Thine easeful biding here and risk thine all	W
Life limbs for one that is not proven King	B
Stay till the cloud that settles round his birth	J2
Hath lifted but a little Stay sweet son '	-
	-
And Gareth answered quickly 'Not an hour	X
So that ye yield me I will walk through fire	X
Mother to gain it your full leave to go	G
Not proven who swept the dust of ruined Rome	K2
From off the threshold of the realm and crushed	A
The Idolaters and made the people free	I
Who should be King save him who makes us free '	-
	-
So when the Queen who long had sought in vain	L2
To break him from the intent to which he grew	A
Found her son's will unwaveringly one	M2
She answered craftily 'Will ye walk through fire	X
Who walks through fire will hardly heed the smoke	N2
Ay go then an ye must only one proof	O2
Before thou ask the King to make thee knight	A
Of thine obedience and thy love to me	I
Thy mother I demand	A
	-
And Gareth cried	A
'A hard one or a hundred so I go	G
Nay quick the proof to prove me to the quick '	-
	-
But slowly spake the mother looking at him	H2
'Prince thou shalt go disguised to Arthur's hall	W
And hire thyself to serve for meats and drinks	E
Among the scullions and the kitchen knaves	E
And those that hand the dish across the bar	P2
Nor shalt thou tell thy name to anyone	M2
And thou shalt serve a twelvemonth and a day '	-
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For so the Queen believed that when her son	M2
Beheld his only way to glory lead	A
Low down through villain kitchen vassalage	Q
Her own true Gareth was too princely proud	A
To pass thereby so should he rest with her	X
Closed in her castle from the sound of arms	E
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Silent awhile was Gareth then replied	A
'The thrall in person may be free in soul	W
And I shall see the jousts Thy son am I	J
And since thou art my mother must obey	D
I therefore yield me freely to thy will	W
For hence will I disguised and hire myself	F2
To serve with scullions and with kitchen knaves	E
Nor tell my name to any no not the King '	-
	-
Gareth awhile lingered The mother's eye	J
Full of the wistful fear that he would go	G
And turning toward him wheresoe'er he	I

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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