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So all day long the noise of battle roll'd	A
Among the mountains by the winter sea	B
Until King Arthur's table man by man	C
Had fallen in Lyonnesse about their Lord	D
King Arthur then because his wound was deep	E
The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him	F
Sir Bedivere the last of all his knights	G
And bore him to a chapel nigh the field	H
A broken chancel with a broken cross	I
That stood on a dark strait of barren land	J
On one side lay the ocean and on one	K
Lay a great water and the moon was full	L
	-
Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere	M
quot The sequel of to day unsolders all	N
The goodliest fellowship of famous knights	G
Whereof this world holds record Such a sleep	E
They sleep the men I loved I think that we	B
Shall never more at any future time	O
Delight our souls with talk of knightly deeds	P
Walking about the gardens and the halls	Q
Of Camelot as in the days that were	M
I perish by this people which I made	R
Tho' Merlin sware that I should come again	S
To rule once more but let what will be be	B
I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm	T
That without help I cannot last till morn	U
Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur	M
Which was my pride for thou rememberest how	V
In those old days one summer noon an arm	W
Rose up from out the bosom of the lake	X
Clothed in white samite mystic wonderful	Y
Holding the sword and how I row'd across	I
And took it and have worn it like a king	Z
And wheresoever I am sung or told	A
In aftertime this also shall be known	A2
But now delay not take Excalibur	M
And fling him far into the middle mere	M
Watch what thou se st and lightly bring me word quot	A
	-
To him replied the bold Sir Bedivere	M
quot It is not meet Sir King to leave thee thus	B2
Aidless alone and smitten thro' the helm	T
A little thing may harm a wounded man	C
Yet I thy hest will all perform at full	L
Watch what I see and lightly bring thee word quot	A
	-
So saying from the ruin'd shrine he stept	A
And in the moon athwart the place of tombs	C2
Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men	S
Old knights and over them the sea wind sang	D2
Shrill chill with flakes of foam He stepping down	E2
By zigzag paths and juts of pointed rock	F2
Came on the shining levels of the lake	X
	-
There drew he forth the brand Excalibur	M
And o'er him drawing it the winter moon	G2
Brightening the skirts of a long cloud ran forth	H2
And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt	A
For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks	I2
Myriads of topaz lights and jacinth work	J2
Of subtlest jewellery He gazed so long	K2
That both his eyes were dazzled as he stood	A
This way and that dividing the swift mind	A
In act to throw but at the last it seem'd	A
Better to leave Excalibur conceal'd	A
There in the many knotted water flags	L2
That whistled stiff and dry about the marge	M2
So strode he back slow to the wounded King	Z
	-
Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere	M
quot Hast thou perform'd my mission which I gave	N2
What is it thou hast seen or what hast heard quot	A
	-
And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere	M
quot I heard the ripple washing in the reeds	P
And the wild water lapping on the crag quot	A
	-
To whom replied King Arthur faint and pale	O2
quot Thou hast betray'd thy nature and thy name	P2
Not rendering true answer as beseem'd	A
Thy fealty nor like a noble knight	A
For surer sign had follow'd either hand	A
Or voice or else a motion of the mere	M
This is a shameful thing for men to lie	Q2
Yet now I charge thee quickly go again	S
As thou art lief and dear and do the thing	Z
I bade thee watch and lightly bring me word quot	A
	-
Then went Sir Bedivere the second time	O
Across the ridge and paced beside the mere	M
Counting the dewy pebbles fixed in thought	A
But when he saw the wonder of the hilt	A
How curiously and strangely chased he smote	A
His palms together and he cried aloud	A
	-
quot And if indeed I cast the brand away	R2
Surely a precious thing one worthy note	A
Should thus be lost forever from the earth	S2
Which might have pleased the eyes of many men	S
What good should follow this if this were done	K
What harm undone deep harm to disobey	R2
Seeing obedience is the bond of rule	T2
Were it well to obey then if a king demand	A
An act unprofitable against himself	U2
The King is sick and knows not what he does	V2
What record or what relic of my lord	A
Should be to aftertime but empty breath	W2
And rumours of a doubt but were this kept	A
Stored in some treasure house of mighty kings	X2
Some one might show it at a joust of arms	Y2
Saying 'King Arthur's sword Excalibur	M
Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake	X
Nine years she wrought it sitting in the deeps	Y2
Upon the hidden bases of the hills '	-
So might some old man speak in the aftertime	O
To all the people winning reverence	Y2
But now much honour and much fame were lost quot	A
	-
So spake he clouded with his own conceit	A
And hid Excalibur the second time	O
And so strode back slow to the wounded King	Z
	-
Then spoke King Arthur breathing heavily	B
quot What is it thou hast seen or what hast heard quot	A
	-
And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere	M
quot I heard the water lapping on the crag	Z
And the long ripple washing in the reeds quot	A
	-
To whom replied King Arthur much in wrath	Z2
quot Ah miserable and unkind untrue	M
Unknightly traitor hearted Woe is me	B
Authority forgets a dying king	Z
Laid widow'd of the power in his eye	Q2
That bow'd the will I see thee what thou art	A
For thou the latest left of all my knights	Y2
In whom should meet the offices of all	N
Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt	A
Either from lust of gold or like a girl	A3
Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes	Y2
Yet for a man may fail in duty twice	Y2
And the third time may prosper get thee hence	Y2
But if thou spare to fling Excalibur	M
I will arise and slay thee with my hands quot	A
	-
Then quickly rose Sir Bedivere and ran	C
And leaping down the ridges lightly plunged	A
Among the bulrush beds and clutch'd the sword	A
And strongly wheel'd and threw it The great brand	A
Made lightnings in the splendour of the moon	G2
And flashing round and round and whirl'd in an arch	B3
Shot like a streamer of the northern morn	U
Seen where the moving isles of winter shock	Z
By night with noises of the northern sea	B
So flash'd and fell the brand Excalibur	M
But ere he dipt the surface rose an arm	O
Clothed in white samite mystic wonderful	Y
And caught him by the hilt and brandish'd him	O
Three times and drew him under in the mere	M
And lightly went the other to the King	Z
	-
Then spoke King Arthur drawing thicker breath	W2
quot Now see I by thine eyes that this is done	K
Speak out what is it thou hast heard or seen quot	A
	-
And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere	M
quot Sir King I closed mine eyelids lest the gems	Y2
Should blind my purpose for I never saw	Y2
Nor shall see here or elsewhere till I die	A
Not tho' I live three lives of mortal men	S
So great a miracle as yonder hilt	A
Then with both hands I flung him wheeling him	O
But when I look'd again behold an arm	O
Clothed in white samite mystic wonderful	Y
That caught him by the hilt and brandish'd him	O
Three times and drew him under in the mere quot	A
	-
And answer made King Arthur breathing hard	A
quot My end draws nigh 't is time that I were gone	C3
Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight	A
And bear me to the margin yet I fear	M
My wound hath taken cold and I shall die quot	A
	-
So saying from the pavement he half rose	Y2
Slowly with pain reclining on his arm	O
And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes	Y2
As in a picture Him Sir Bedivere	M
Remorsefully regarded thro' his tears	Y2
And would have spoken but he found not words	Y2
Then took with care and kneeling on one knee	B
O'er both his shoulders drew the languid hand	A

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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