Lancelot 04 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Not having viewed Carleon or CarlisleA
The King came home to Camelot after midnightB
Feigning an ill not feigned and his returnC
Brought Bedivere and after him GawaineC
To the King's inner chamber where they waitedD
Through the grim light of dawn Sir BedivereE
By nature stern to see though not so bleakF
Within as to be frozen out of mercyG
Sat with arms crossed and with his head weighed lowH
In heavy meditation Once or twiceI
His eyes were lifted for a careful glimpseJ
Of Gawaine at the window where he stoodK
Twisting his fingers feverishly behind himL
Like one distinguishing indignantlyG
For swift eclipse and for offence not hisM
The towers and roofs and the sad majestyG
Of Camelot in the dawn for the last timeN
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Sir Bedivere at last with a long sighO
That said less of his pain than of his pityG
Addressed the younger knight who turned and heardP
His elder but with no large eagernessQ
So it has come Gawaine and we are hereE
I find when I see backward something fartherE
By grace of time than you are given to seeG
Though you past any doubt see much that IO
See not I find that what the colder speechR
Of reason most repeated says to usQ
Of what is in a way to come to usQ
Is like enough to come And we are hereE
Before the unseeing sun is here to mock usQ
Or the King here to prove us we are hereE
We are the two it seems that are to makeS
Of words and of our presences a veilT
Between him and the sight of what he doesU
Little have I to say that I may tell himL
For what I know is what the city knowsV
Not what it says for it says everythingW
The city says the first of all who metX
The sword of Lancelot was ColgrevanceV
Who fell dead while he wept a brave machineC
Cranked only for the rudiments of warE
But some of us are born to serve and shiftY
And that's not well The city says alsoV
That you and Lancelot were in the gardenC
Before the sun went downC
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Yes Gawaine groanedZ
Yes we were there together in the gardenC
Before the sun went down and I conceiveA2
A place among the possibilitiesV
For me with other causes unforeseenC
Of what may shake down soon to grief and ashesV
This kingdom and this empire BedivereE
Could I have given a decent seriousnessV
To Lancelot while he said things to meG
That pulled his heart half out of him by the rootsV
And left him I see now half sick with pityG
For my poor uselessness to serve a needB2
That I had never known we might be nowC
Asleep and easy in our beds at homeC2
And we might hear no murmurs after sunriseV
Of what we are to hear A few right wordsV
Of mine if said well might have been enoughD2
That shall I never know I shall know onlyG
That it was I who laughed at LancelotE2
When he said what lay heaviest on his heartF2
By now he might be far away from hereE
And farther from the world But the Queen cameG2
The Queen came and I left them there togetherE
And I laughed as I left them After darkH2
I met with Modred and said what I couldK
When I had heard him to discourage himL
His mother was my mother I told BorsV
And he told Lancelot though as for thatI2
My story would have been the same as hisV
And would have had the same acknowledgementJ2
Thanks but no matter' or to that effectK2
The Queen of course had fished him for his wordP
And had it on the hook when she went homeC2
And after that an army of red devilsV
Could not have held the man away from herE
And I'm to live as long as I'm to wonderE
What might have been had I not been myselfL2
I heard him and I laughed Then the Queen cameG2
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Recriminations are not remediesV
Gawaine and though you cast them at yourselfL2
And hurt yourself you cannot end or swerveM2
The flowing of these minutes that leave hoursV
Behind us as we leave our faded selvesV
And yesterdays The surest visioned of usV
Are creatures of our dreams and inferencesV
And though it look to us a few go farE
For seeing far the fewest and the farthestN2
Of all we know go not beyond themselvesV
No Gawaine you are not the cause of thisV
And I have many doubts if all you saidO2
Or in your lightness may have left unsaidO2
Would have unarmed the Queen The Queen was thereE
Gawaine looked up and then looked down againC
Good God if I had only said said somethingW
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Say nothing now Gawaine Bedivere sighedP2
And shook his head Morning is not in the westQ2
The sun is rising and the King is comingW
Now you may hear him in the corridorE
Like a sick landlord shuffling to the lightB
For one last look out on his mortgaged hillsV
But hills and valleys are not what he seesV
He sees with us the fire the sign the lawR2
The King that is the father of the lawR2
Is weaker than his child except he slay itS2
Not long ago Gawaine I had a dreamT2
Of a sword over kings and of a worldU2
Without them Dreams dreams Hush GawaineC
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King ArthurE
Came slowly on till in the darkened entranceV
He stared and shivered like a sleep walkerE
Brought suddenly awake where a cliff's edgeV2
Is all he sees between another stepW2
And his annihilation Bedivere roseV
And Gawaine rose and with instinctive armsV
They partly guided partly carried himL
To the King's chairE
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I thank you gentlemenC
Though I am not so shaken I dare sayV
As you would have me This is not the hourE
When kings who do not sleep are at their bestQ2
And had I slept this night that now is overE
No man should ever call me King againC
He pulled his heavy robe around him closerE
And laid upon his forehead a cold handX2
That came down warm and wet You BedivereE
And you Gawaine are shaken with eventsV
Incredible yesterday but kings are menC
Take off their crowns and tear away their colorsV
And let them see with my eyes what I seeG
Yes they are men indeed If there's a slaveY2
In Britain with a reptile at his heartF2
Like mine that with his claws of ice and fireE
Tears out of me the fevered roots of mercyG
Find him and I will make a king of himL
And then so that his happiness may swellZ2
Tenfold I'll sift the beauty of all courtsV
And capitals to fetch the fairest womanC
That evil has in hiding after thatI2
That he may know the sovran one man livingW
To be his friend I'll prune all chivalryG
To one sure knight In this wise our new kingW
Will have his queen to love as I had mineC
His friend that he may trust as I had mineC
And he will be as gay if all goes wellZ2
As I have been as fortunate in his loveA3
And in his friend as fortunate as I amB3
And what am I And what are you you twoC3
If you are men why don't you say I'm dreamingW
I know men when I see them I know daylightB
And I see now the gray shine of our dreamsV
I tell you I'm asleep and in my bedO2
But no no I remember You are menC
You are no dreams but God God if you wereE
If I were strong enough to make you vanishD3
And have you back again with yesterdayV
Before I lent myself to that false huntingW
Which yet may stalk the hours of many moreE
Than Lancelot's unhappy twelve who diedP2
With a misguided Colgrevance to lead themE3
And Agravaine to follow and fall nextF3
Then should I know at last that I was KingW
And I should then be King But kings are menC
And I have gleaned enough these two years goneC
To know that queens are women Merlin told meG
The love that never was ' Two years agoV
He told me that The love that never was '-
I saw but I saw nothing Like the birdP
That hides his head I made myself see nothingW
But yesterday I saw and I saw fireE
I think I saw it first in Modred's eyesV
Yet he said only truth and fire is rightB
It is it must be fire The law says fireE
And I the King who made the law say fireE
What have I done what folly have I saidO2
Since I came here of dreaming Dreaming HaG3
I wonder if the Queen and LancelotE2
Are dreaming Lancelot Have they found him yetX
He slashed a way into the outer nightB
Somewhere with Bors We'll have him here anonC
And we shall feed him also to the fireE
There are too many faggots lying coldH3
That might as well be cleansing for our goodK
A few deferred infections of our stateI3
That honor should no longer look uponC
Thank heaven I man my drifting wits againC
Gawaine your brothers Gareth and GaherisV
Are by our royal order there to seeV
And to report They went unwillinglyV
For they are new to law and young to justiceV
But what they are to see will harden themE3
With wholesome admiration of a realmJ3
Where treason's end is ashes Ashes AshesV
Now this is better I am King againC
Forget I pray my drowsy temporizingW
For I was not then properly awakeS
What Hark Whose crass insanity is thatI2
If I be King go find the fellow and hang himL
Who beats into the morning on that bellZ2
Before there is a morning This is dawnC
What Bedivere Gawaine You shake your headsV
I tell you this is dawn What have I doneC
What have I said so lately that I flinchK3
To think on What have I sent those boys to seeV
I'll put clouts on my eyes and I'll not see itS2
Her face and hands and little small white feetL3
And all her shining hair and her warm bodyV
No for the love of God no it's aliveM3
She's all alive and they are burning herE
The Queen the love the love that never wasV
Gawaine Bedivere Gawaine Where is GawaineC
Is he there in the shadow Is he deadO2
Are we all dead Are we in hell GawaineC
I cannot see her now in the smoke Her eyesV
Are what I see and her white body is burningW
She never did enough to make me see herE
Like that to make her look at me like thatI2
There's not room in the world for so much evilN3
As I see clamoring in her poor white faceV
For pity Pity her God God LancelotE2

Edwin Arlington Robinson



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