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King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap	A
Left by the Holy Quest and as he sat	B
In hall at old Caerleon the high doors	C
Were softly sundered and through these a youth	D
Pelleas and the sweet smell of the fields	E
Past and the sunshine came along with him	F
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Make me thy knight because I know Sir King	G
All that belongs to knighthood and I love '	-
Such was his cry for having heard the King	G
Had let proclaim a tournament the prize	H
A golden circlet and a knightly sword	I
Full fain had Pelleas for his lady won	J
The golden circlet for himself the sword	I
And there were those who knew him near the King	G
And promised for him and Arthur made him knight	K
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And this new knight Sir Pelleas of the isles	L
But lately come to his inheritance	M
And lord of many a barren isle was he	N
Riding at noon a day or twain before	O
Across the forest called of Dean to find	P
Caerleon and the King had felt the sun	J
Beat like a strong knight on his helm and reeled	Q
Almost to falling from his horse but saw	R
Near him a mound of even sloping side	S
Whereon a hundred stately beeches grew	T
And here and there great hollies under them	U
But for a mile all round was open space	V
And fern and heath and slowly Pelleas drew	T
To that dim day then binding his good horse	W
To a tree cast himself down and as he lay	X
At random looking over the brown earth	Y
Through that green glooming twilight of the grove	Z
It seemed to Pelleas that the fern without	A2
Burnt as a living fire of emeralds	B2
So that his eyes were dazzled looking at it	C2
Then o'er it crost the dimness of a cloud	D2
Floating and once the shadow of a bird	E2
Flying and then a fawn and his eyes closed	F2
And since he loved all maidens but no maid	G2
In special half awake he whispered Where	H2
O where I love thee though I know thee not	I2
For fair thou art and pure as Guinevere	H2
And I will make thee with my spear and sword	I
As famous O my Queen my Guinevere	H2
For I will be thine Arthur when we meet '	-
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Suddenly wakened with a sound of talk	J2
And laughter at the limit of the wood	K2
And glancing through the hoary boles he saw	R
Strange as to some old prophet might have seemed	L2
A vision hovering on a sea of fire	H2
Damsels in divers colours like the cloud	D2
Of sunset and sunrise and all of them	U
On horses and the horses richly trapt	D2
Breast high in that bright line of bracken stood	D2
And all the damsels talked confusedly	X
And one was pointing this way and one that	D2
Because the way was lost	D2
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And Pelleas rose	M2
And loosed his horse and led him to the light	D2
There she that seemed the chief among them said	D2
In happy time behold our pilot star	H2
Youth we are damsels errant and we ride	D2
Armed as ye see to tilt against the knights	N2
There at Caerleon but have lost our way	X
To right to left straight forward back again	O2
Which tell us quickly '	-
	-
Pelleas gazing thought	D2
Is Guinevere herself so beautiful '	-
For large her violet eyes looked and her bloom	P2
A rosy dawn kindled in stainless heavens	Q2
And round her limbs mature in womanhood	D2
And slender was her hand and small her shape	R2
And but for those large eyes the haunts of scorn	S2
She might have seemed a toy to trifle with	T2
And pass and care no more But while he gazed	D2
The beauty of her flesh abashed the boy	U2
As though it were the beauty of her soul	X
For as the base man judging of the good	D2
Puts his own baseness in him by default	D2
Of will and nature so did Pelleas lend	D2
All the young beauty of his own soul to hers	V2
Believing her and when she spake to him	F
Stammered and could not make her a reply	X
For out of the waste islands had he come	W2
Where saving his own sisters he had known	X2
Scarce any but the women of his isles	L
Rough wives that laughed and screamed against the gulls	Y2
Makers of nets and living from the sea	N
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Then with a slow smile turned the lady round	D2
And looked upon her people and as when	O2
A stone is flung into some sleeping tarn	O2
The circle widens till it lip the marge	Z2
Spread the slow smile through all her company	O2
Three knights were thereamong and they too smiled	D2
Scorning him for the lady was Ettarre	H2
And she was a great lady in her land	D2
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Again she said O wild and of the woods	A3
Knowest thou not the fashion of our speech	B3
Or have the Heavens but given thee a fair face	V
Lacking a tongue '	-
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O damsel ' answered he	O2
I woke from dreams and coming out of gloom	P2
Was dazzled by the sudden light and crave	C3
Pardon but will ye to Caerleon I	X
Go likewise shall I lead you to the King '	-
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Lead then ' she said and through the woods they went	D2
And while they rode the meaning in his eyes	H
His tenderness of manner and chaste awe	D3
His broken utterances and bashfulness	H
Were all a burthen to her and in her heart	D2
She muttered I have lighted on a fool	X
Raw yet so stale ' But since her mind was bent	D2
On hearing after trumpet blown her name	E3
And title Queen of Beauty ' in the lists	H
Cried and beholding him so strong she thought	D2
That peradventure he will fight for me	O2
And win the circlet therefore flattered him	F
Being so gracious that he wellnigh deemed	D2
His wish by hers was echoed and her knights	H
And all her damsels too were gracious to him	F
For she was a great lady	O2
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And when they reached	D2
Caerleon ere they past to lodging she	O2
Taking his hand O the strong hand ' she said	D2
See look at mine but wilt thou fight for me	O2
And win me this fine circlet Pelleas	H
That I may love thee '	-
	-
Then his helpless heart	D2
Leapt and he cried Ay wilt thou if I win '	-
Ay that will I ' she answered and she laughed	D2
And straitly nipt the hand and flung it from her	H2
Then glanced askew at those three knights of hers	H
Till all her ladies laughed along with her	H2
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O happy world ' thought Pelleas all meseems	H
Are happy I the happiest of them all '	-
Nor slept that night for pleasure in his blood	D2
And green wood ways and eyes among the leaves	H
Then being on the morrow knighted sware	H2
To love one only And as he came away	X
The men who met him rounded on their heels	H
And wondered after him because his face	H
Shone like the countenance of a priest of old	D2
Against the flame about a sacrifice	H
Kindled by fire from heaven so glad was he	O2
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Then Arthur made vast banquets and strange knights	H
From the four winds came in and each one sat	D2
Though served with choice from air land stream and sea	O2
Oft in mid banquet measuring with his eyes	H
His neighbour's make and might and Pelleas looked	D2
Noble among the noble for he dreamed	D2
His lady loved him and he knew himself	F3
Loved of the King and him his new made knight	D2
Worshipt whose lightest whisper moved him more	H2
Than all the rangd reasons of the world	D2
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Then blushed and brake the morning of the jousts	H
And this was called The Tournament of Youth '	-
For Arthur loving his young knight withheld	D2
His older and his mightier from the lists	H
That Pelleas might obtain his lady's love	G3
According to her promise and remain	O2
Lord of the tourney And Arthur had the jousts	H
Down in the flat field by the shore of Usk	J2
Holden the gilded parapets were crowned	D2
With faces and the great tower filled with eyes	H
Up to the summit and the trumpets blew	X
There all day long Sir Pelleas kept the field	D2
With honour so by that strong hand of his	H
The sword and golden circlet were achieved	D2
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Then rang the shout his lady loved the heat	D2
Of pride and glory fired her face her eye	X
Sparkled she caught the circlet from his lance	H
And there before the people crowned herself	F3
So for the last time she was gracious to him	F
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Then at Caerleon for a space her look	J2
Bright for all others cloudier on her knight	D2
Lingered Ettarre and	D2

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