Lancelot 07 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Where now there was no joy and all that night | B |
The rain came down Shut in for none to find him | C |
Where an unheeded log fire fought the storm | D |
With upward swords that flashed along the wall | E |
Faint hieroglyphs of doom not his to read | F |
Lancelot found a refuge where at last | G |
He might see nothing Glad for sight of nothing | H |
He saw no more Now and again he buried | I |
A lonely thought among the coals and ashes | J |
Outside the reaching flame and left it there | K |
Quite as he left outside in rainy graves | L |
The sacrificial hundreds who had filled them | M |
They died Gawaine he said and you live on | N |
You and the King as if there were no dying | H |
And it was I Gawaine who let you live | O |
You and the King For what more length of time | P |
I wonder may there still be found on earth | Q |
Foot room for four of us We are too many | R |
For one world Gawaine and there may be soon | S |
For one or other of us a way out | T |
As men are listed we are men for men | U |
To fear and I fear Modred more than any | R |
But even the ghost of Modred at the door | V |
The ghost I should have made him would employ | W |
For time as hard as this a louder knuckle | X |
Assuredly now than that And I would see | R |
No mortal face till morning Well are you well | Y |
Again Are you as well again as ever | Z |
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He led her slowly on with a cold show | A2 |
Of care that was less heartening for the Queen | B2 |
Than anger would have been into the firelight | T |
And there he gave her cushions Are you warm | D |
He said and she said nothing Are you afraid | T |
He said again are you still afraid of Gawaine | B2 |
As often as you think of him and hate him | C |
Remember too that he betrayed his brothers | C2 |
To us that he might save us Well he saved us | D2 |
And Rome whose name to you was never music | E2 |
Saves you again with heaven alone may tell | Y |
What others who might have their time to sleep | F2 |
In earth out there with the rain falling on them | M |
And with no more to fear of wars tonight | T |
Than you need fear of Gawaine or of Arthur | Z |
The way before you is a safer way | G2 |
For you to follow than when I was in it | T |
We children who forget the whips of Time | P |
To live within the hour are slow to see | R |
That all such hours are passing They were past | T |
When you came here with me | R |
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She looked away | G2 |
Seeming to read the firelight on the walls | H2 |
Before she spoke When I came here with you | I2 |
And found those eyes of yours I could have wished | T |
And prayed it were the end of hours and years | J2 |
What was it made you save me from the fire | Z |
If only out of memories and forebodings | J2 |
To build around my life another fire | Z |
Of slower faggots If you had let me die | T |
Those other faggots would be ashes now | B2 |
And all of me that you have ever loved | T |
Would be a few more ashes If I read | T |
The past as well as you have read the future | Z |
You need say nothing of ingratitude | T |
For I say only lies My soul of course | J2 |
It was you loved You told me so yourself | K2 |
And that same precious blue veined cream white soul | L2 |
Will soon be safer if I understand you | I2 |
In Camelot where the King is than elsewhere | K |
On earth What more in faith have I to ask | M2 |
Of earth or heaven than that Although I fell | Y |
When you said Camelot are you to know | B2 |
Surely the stroke you gave me then was not | T |
The measure itself of ecstasy We women | B2 |
Are such adept inveterates in our swooning | H |
That we fall down for joy as easily | R |
As we eat one another to show our love | N2 |
Even horses seeing again their absent masters | J2 |
Have wept for joy great dogs have died of it | T |
Having said as much as that she frowned and held | T |
Her small white hands out for the fire to warm them | M |
Forward she leaned and forward her thoughts went | T |
To Camelot But they were not there long | O2 |
Her thoughts for soon she flashed her eyes again | B2 |
And he found in them what he wished were tears | J2 |
Of angry sorrow for what she had said | T |
What are you going to do with me she asked | T |
And all her old incisiveness came back | P2 |
With a new thrust of malice which he felt | T |
And feared What are you going to do with me | R |
What does a child do with a worn out doll | Q2 |
I was a child once and I had a father | Z |
He was a king and having royal ways | J2 |
He made a queen of me King Arthur's queen | B2 |
And if that happened once upon a time | P |
Why may it not as well be happening now | B2 |
That I am not a queen Was I a queen | B2 |
When first you brought me here with one torn rag | R2 |
To cover me Was I overmuch a queen | B2 |
When I sat up at last and in a gear | S2 |
That would have made a bishop dance to Cardiff | T2 |
To see me wearing it Was I Queen then | B2 |
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You were the Queen of Christendom he said | T |
Not smiling at her whether now or not | T |
You deem it an unchristian exercise | J2 |
To vilipend the wearing of the vanished | T |
The women may have reasoned insecurely | Q2 |
That what one queen had worn would please another | Z |
I left them to their ingenuities | J2 |
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Once more he frowned away a threatening smile | Q2 |
But soon forgot the memory of all smiling | H |
While he gazed on the glimmering face and hair | K |
Of Guinevere the glory of white and gold | T |
That had been his and were for taking of it | T |
Still his to cloud with an insidious gleam | U2 |
Of earth another that was not of earth | Q |
And so to make of him a thing of night | T |
A moth between a window and a star | V2 |
Not wholly lured by one or led by the other | Z |
The more he gazed upon her beauty there | K |
The longer was he living in two kingdoms | J2 |
Not owning in his heart the king of either | Z |
And ruling not himself There was an end | T |
Of hours he told her silent face again | B2 |
In silence On the morning when his fury | R |
Wrenched her from that foul fire in Camelot | T |
Where blood paid irretrievably the toll | Q2 |
Of her release the whips of Time had fallen | B2 |
Upon them both All this to Guinevere | R |
He told in silence and he told in vain | B2 |
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Observing her ten fingers variously | R |
She sighed as in equivocal assent | T |
No two queens are alike | W2 |
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Is that the flower | R |
Of all your veiled invention Lancelot said | T |
Smiling at last If you say saying all that | T |
You are not like Isolt well you are not | T |
Isolt was a physician who cured men | B2 |
Their wounds and sent them rowelling for more | R |
Isolt was too dark and too versatile | Q2 |
She was too dark for Mark if not for Tristram | X2 |
Forgive me I was saying that to myself | K2 |
And not to make you shiver No two queens | J2 |
Was that it are alike A longer story | R |
Might have a longer telling and tell less | J2 |
Your tale's as brief as Pelleas with his vengeance | J2 |
On Gawaine whom he swore that he would slay | Q2 |
At once for stealing of the lady Ettard | T |
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Treasure my scantling wits if you enjoy them | M |
Wonder a little too that I conserve them | M |
Through the eternal memory of one morning | H |
And in these years of days that are the death | Y2 |
Of men who die for me I should have died | T |
I should have died for them | M |
You are wrong he said | T |
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They died because Gawaine went mad with hate | T |
For loss of his two brothers and set the King | H |
On fire with fear the two of them believing | H |
His fear was vengeance when it was in fact | T |
A royal desperation They died because | J2 |
Your world my world and Arthur's world is dying | H |
As Merlin said it would No blame is yours | J2 |
For it was I who led you from the King | H |
Or rather to say truth it was your glory | R |
That led my love to lead you from the King | H |
By flowery ways that always end somewhere | R |
To fire and fright and exile and release | J2 |
And if you bid your memory now to blot | T |
Your story from the book of what has been | B2 |
Your phantom happiness were a ghost indeed | T |
And I the least of weasels among men | B2 |
Too false to manhood and your sacrifice | J2 |
To merit a niche in hell If that were so | J2 |
I'd swear there was no light for me to follow | J2 |
Save your eyes to the grave and to the last | T |
I might not know that all hours have an end | T |
I might be one of those who feed themselves | J2 |
By grace of God on hopes dryer than hay | Q2 |
Enjoying not what they eat yet always eating | H |
The Vision shattered a man's love of living | H |
Becomes at last a trap and a sad habit | T |
More like an ailing dotard's love of liquor | R |
That ails him than a man's right love of woman | B2 |
Or of his God There are men enough like that | T |
And I might come to that Though I see far | R |
Before me now could I see looking back | P2 |
A life that you could wish had not been lived | T |
I might be such a man Could I believe | Z2 |
Our love was nothing mightier then than we were | R |
I might be such a man a living dead man | B2 |
One of these days | J2 |
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Guinevere looked at him | C |
And all that any woman has not said | T |
Was in one look Why do you stab me now | B2 |
With such a needless then' If I am going | H |
And I suppose I am are the words all lost | T |
That men have said before to dogs and children | B2 |
To make them go away Why use a knife | A3 |
When there are words enough without your then' | B2 |
To cut as deep as need be What I ask you | I2 |
Is never more to ask me if my life | A3 |
Be one that I could wish had not been lived | T |
And that you never torture it again | B2 |
To make it bleed and ache as you do now | B2 |
Past all indulgence or necessity | R |
Were you to give a lonely child who loved you | I2 |
One living thing to keep a bird may be | R |
Before you went away from her forever | R |
Would you for surety not to be forgotten | B2 |
Maim it and leave it bleeding on her fingers | J2 |
And would you leave the child alone with it | T |
Alone and too bewildered even to cry | R |
Till you were out of sight Are you men never | R |
To know what words are Do you doubt sometimes | J2 |
A Vision that lets you see so far away | Q2 |
That you forget so lightly who it was | J2 |
You must have cared for once to be so kind | T |
Or seem so kind when she and for that only | R |
Had that been all would throw down crowns and glories | J2 |
To share with you the last part of the world | T |
And even the queen in me would hardly go | J2 |
So far off as to vanish If I were patched | T |
And scrapped in what the sorriest fisher wife | A3 |
In Orkney might give mumbling to a beggar | R |
I doubt if oafs and yokels would annoy me | R |
More than I willed they should Am I so old | T |
And dull so lean and waning or what not | T |
That you must hurry away to grasp and hoard | T |
The small effect of time I might have stolen | B2 |
From you and from a Light that where it lives | J2 |
Must live for ever Where does history tell you | I2 |
The Lord himself would seem in so great haste | T |
As you for your perfection If our world | T |
Your world and mine and Arthur's as you say | Q2 |
Is going out now to make way for another | R |
Why not before it goes and I go with it | T |
Have yet one morsel more of life together | R |
Before death sweeps the table and our few crumbs | J2 |
Of love are a few last ashes on a fire | R |
That cannot hurt your Vision or burn long | O2 |
You cannot warm your lonely fingers at it | T |
For a great waste of time when I am dead | T |
When I am dead you will be on your way | Q2 |
With maybe not so much as one remembrance | J2 |
Of all I was to follow you and torment you | I2 |
Some word of Bors may once have given color | R |
To some few that I said but they were true | I2 |
Whether Bors told them first to me or whether | R |
I told them first to Bors The Light you saw | J2 |
Was not the Light of Rome the word you had | T |
Of Rome was not the word of God though Rome | B3 |
Has refuge for the weary and heavy laden | B2 |
Were I to live too long I might seek Rome | B3 |
Myself and be the happier when I found it | T |
Meanwhile am I to be no more to you | I2 |
Than a moon shadow of a lonely stranger | R |
Somewhere in Camelot And is there no region | B2 |
In this poor fading world of Arthur's now | B2 |
Where I may be again what I was once | J2 |
Before I die Should I live to be old | T |
I shall have been long since too far away | Q2 |
For you to hate me then and I shall know | J2 |
How old I am by seeing it in your eyes | J2 |
Her misery told itself in a sad laugh | C3 |
And in a rueful twisting of her face | J2 |
That only beauty's perilous privilege | D3 |
Of injury would have yielded or suborned | T |
As hope's infirm accessory while she prayed | T |
Through Lancelot to heaven for Lancelot | T |
She looked away If I were God she said | T |
I should say Let them be as they have been | B2 |
A few more years will heap no vast account | T |
Against eternity and all their love | N2 |
Was what I gave them They brought on the end | T |
Of Arthur's empire which I wrought through Merlin | B2 |
For the world's knowing of what kings and queens | J2 |
Are made for but they knew not what they did | T |
Save as a price and as a fear that love | N2 |
Might end in fear It need not end that way | Q2 |
And they need fear no more for what I gave them | M |
For it was I who gave them to each other ' | - |
If I were God I should say that to you | I2 |
He saw tears quivering in her pleading eyes | J2 |
But through them she could see with a wild hope | E3 |
That he was fighting When he spoke he smiled | T |
Much as he might have smiled at her she thought | T |
Had she been Gawaine Gawaine having given | B2 |
To Lancelot who yet would have him live | O |
An obscure wound that would not heal or kill | Q2 |
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My life was living backward for the moment | T |
He said still burying in the coals and ashes | J2 |
Thoughts that he would not think His tongue was dry | R |
And each dry word he said was choking him | C |
As he said on I cannot ask of you | I2 |
That you be kind to me but there's a kindness | J2 |
That is your proper debt Would you cajole | Q2 |
Your reason with a weary picturing | H |
On walls or on vain air of what your fancy | R |
Like firelight makes of nothing but itself | K2 |
Do you not see that I go from you only | R |
Because you go from me because our path | F3 |
Led where at last it had an end in havoc | G3 |
As long we knew it must as Arthur too | I2 |
And Merlin knew it must as God knew it must | T |
A power that I should not have said was mine | B2 |
That was not mine and is not mine avails me | R |
Strangely tonight although you are here with me | R |
And I see much in what has come to pass | J2 |
That is to be The Light that I have seen | B2 |
As you say true is not the light of Rome | B3 |
Albeit the word of Rome that set you free | R |
Was more than mine or the King's To flout that word | T |
Would sound the preparation of a terror | R |
To which a late small war on our account | T |
Were a king's pastime and a queen's annoyance | J2 |
And that for the good fortune of a world | T |
As yet not over fortuned may not be | R |
There may be war to come when you are gone | B2 |
For I doubt yet Gawaine but Rome will hold you | I2 |
Hold you in Camelot If there be more war | R |
No fire of mine shall feed it nor shall you | I2 |
Be with me to endure it You are free | R |
And free you are going home to Camelot | T |
There is no other way than one for you | I2 |
Nor is there more than one for me We have lived | T |
And we shall die I thank you for my life | A3 |
Forgive me if I say no more tonight | T |
He rose half blind with pity that was no longer | R |
The servant of his purpose or his will | Q2 |
To grope away somewhere among the shadows | J2 |
For wine to drench his throat and his dry tongue | H3 |
That had been saying he knew not what to her | R |
For whom his life devouring love was now | B2 |
A scourge of mercy | R |
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Like a blue eyed Medea | T |
Of white and gold broken with grief and fear | R |
And fury that shook her speechless while she waited | T |
Yet left her calm enough for Lancelot | T |
To see her without seeing she stood up | I3 |
To breathe and suffer Fury could not live long | O2 |
With grief and fear like hers and love like hers | J2 |
When speech came back No other way now than one | B2 |
Free Do you call me free Do you mean by that | T |
There was never woman alive freer to live | O |
Than I am free to die Do you call me free | R |
Because you are driven so near to death yourself | K2 |
With weariness of me and the sight of me | R |
That you must use a crueller knife than ever | R |
And this time at my heart for me to watch | J3 |
Before you drive it home For God's sake drive it | T |
Drive it as often as you have the others | J2 |
And let the picture of each wound it makes | J2 |
On me be shown to women and men for ever | R |
And the good few that know let them reward you | I2 |
I hear them in such low and pitying words | J2 |
As only those who know and are not many | R |
Are used to say The good knight Lancelot | T |
It was who drove the knife home to her heart | T |
Rather than drive her home to Camelot ' | - |
Home Free Would you let me go there again | B2 |
To be at home be free To be his wife | A3 |
To live in his arms always and so hate him | C |
That I could heap around him the same faggots | J2 |
That you put out with blood Go home you say | J2 |
Home where I saw the black post waiting for me | R |
That morning saw those good men die for me | R |
Gareth and Gaheris Lamorak's brother Tor | R |
And all the rest Are men to die for me | R |
For ever Is there water enough do you think | K3 |
Between this place and that for me to drown in | B2 |
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There is time enough I think between this hour | R |
And some wise hour tomorrow for you to sleep in | B2 |
When you are safe again in Camelot | T |
The King will not molest you or pursue you | I2 |
The King will be a suave and chastened man | B2 |
In Camelot you shall have no more to dread | T |
Than you shall hear then of this rain that roars | J2 |
Tonight as if it would be roaring always | J2 |
I do not ask you to forgive the faggots | J2 |
Though I would have you do so for your peace | J2 |
Only the wise who know may do so much | L3 |
And they as you say truly are not many | R |
And I would say no more of this tonight | T |
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Then do not ask me for the one last thing | H |
That I shall give to God I thought I died | T |
That morning Why am I alive again | B2 |
To die again Are you all done with me | R |
Is there no longer something left of me | R |
That made you need me Have I lost myself | K2 |
So fast that what a mirror says I am | M3 |
Is not what is but only what was once | J2 |
Does half a year do that with us I wonder | R |
Or do I still have something that was mine | B2 |
That afternoon when I was in the sunset | T |
Under the oak and you were looking at me | R |
Your look was not all sorrow for your going | H |
To find the Light and leave me in the dark | N3 |
But I am the daughter of Leodogran | B2 |
And you are Lancelot and have a tongue | H3 |
To say what I may not Why must I go | J2 |
To Camelot when your kinsmen hold all France | J2 |
Why is there not some nook in some old house | J2 |
Where I might hide myself with you or not | T |
Is there no castle or cabin or cave in the woods | J2 |
Yes I could love the bats and owls in France | J2 |
A lifetime sooner than I could the King | H |
That I shall see in Camelot waiting there | R |
For me to cringe and beg of him again | B2 |
The dust of mercy calling it holy bread | T |
I wronged him but he bought me with a name | O3 |
Too large for my king father to relinquish | P3 |
Though I prayed him and I prayed God aloud | T |
To spare that crown I called it crown enough | Q3 |
To be my father's child until you came | O3 |
And then there were no crowns or kings or fathers | J2 |
Under the sky I saw nothing but you | I2 |
And you would whip me back to bury myself | K2 |
In Camelot with a few slave maids and lackeys | J2 |
To be my grovelling court and even their faces | J2 |
Would not hide half the story Take me to France | J2 |
To France or Egypt anywhere else on earth | Q |
Than Camelot Is there not room in France | J2 |
For two more dots of mortals or for one | B2 |
For me alone Let Lionel go with me | R |
Or Bors Let Bors go with me into France | J2 |
And leave me there And when you think of me | R |
Say Guinevere is in France where she is happy | R |
And you may say no more of her than that | T |
Why do you not say something to me now | B2 |
Before I go Why do you look and look | R3 |
Why do you frown as if you thought me mad | T |
I am not mad but I shall soon be mad | T |
If I go back to Camelot where the King is | J2 |
Lancelot Is there nothing left of me | R |
Nothing of what you called your white and gold | T |
And made so much of Has it all gone by | R |
He must have been a lonely God who made | T |
Man in his image and then made only a woman | B2 |
Poor fool she was Poor Queen Poor Guinevere | R |
There were kings and bishops once under her window | J2 |
Like children and all scrambling for a flower | R |
Time was God help me what am I saying now | B2 |
Does a Queen's memory wither away to that | T |
Am I so dry as that Am I a shell | Q2 |
Have I become so cheap as this I wonder | R |
Why the King cared She fell down on her knees | J2 |
Crying and held his knees with hungry fear | R |
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Over his folded arms as over the ledge | S3 |
Of a storm shaken parapet he could see | R |
Below him like a tumbling flood of gold | T |
The Queen's hair with a crumpled foam of white | T |
Around it Do you ask as a child would | T |
For France because it has a name How long | O2 |
Do you conceive the Queen of the Christian world | T |
Would hide herself in France were she to go there | R |
How long should Rome require to find her there | R |
And how long Rome or not would such a flower | R |
As you survive the unrooting and transplanting | H |
That you commend so ingenuously tonight | T |
And if we shared your cave together how long | O2 |
And in the joy of what obscure seclusion | B2 |
If I may say it were Lancelot of the Lake | T3 |
And Guinevere an unknown man and woman | B2 |
For no eye to see twice There are ways to France | J2 |
But why pursue them for Rome's interdict | T |
And for a longer war Your path is now | B2 |
As open as mine is dark or would be dark | N3 |
Without the Light that once had blinded me | R |
To death had I seen more I shall see more | R |
And I shall not be blind I pray moreover | R |
That you be not so now You are a Queen | B2 |
And you may be no other You are too brave | U3 |
And kind and fair for men to cheer with lies | J2 |
We cannot make one world of two nor may we | R |
Count one life more than one Could we go back | P2 |
To the old garden we should not stay long | O2 |
The fruit that we should find would all be fallen | B2 |
And have the taste of earth | Q |
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When she looked up | I3 |
A tear fell on her forehead Take me away | J2 |
She cried Why do you do this Why do you say this | J2 |
If you are sorry for me take me away | J2 |
From Camelot Send me away drive me away | J2 |
Only away from there The King is there | R |
And I may kill him if I see him there | R |
Take me away take me away to France | J2 |
And if I cannot hide myself in France | J2 |
Then let me die in France | J2 |
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He shook his head | T |
Slowly and raised her slowly in his arms | J2 |
Holding her there and they stood long together | R |
And there was no sound then of anything | H |
Save a low moaning of a broken woman | B2 |
And the cold roaring down of that long rain | B2 |
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All night the rain came down on Joyous Gard | T |
And all night there before the crumbling embers | J2 |
That faded into feathery death like dust | T |
Lancelot sat and heard it He saw not | T |
The fire that died but he heard rain that fell | Q2 |
On all those graves around him and those years | J2 |
Behind him and when dawn came he was cold | T |
At last he rose and for a time stood seeing | H |
The place where she had been She was not there | R |
He was not sure that she had ever been there | R |
He was not sure there was a Queen or a King | H |
Or a world with kingdoms on it He was cold | T |
He was not sure of anything but the Light | T |
The Light he saw not And I shall not see it | T |
He thought so long as I kill men for Gawaine | B2 |
If I kill him I may as well kill myself | K2 |
And I have killed his brothers He tried to sleep | F2 |
But rain had washed the sleep out of his life | A3 |
And there was no more sleep When he awoke | V3 |
He did not know that he had been asleep | F2 |
And the same rain was falling At some strange hour | R |
It ceased and there was light And seven days after | R |
With a cavalcade of silent men and women | B2 |
The Queen rode into Camelot where the King was | J2 |
And Lancelot rode grimly at her side | T |
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When he rode home again to Joyous Gard | T |
The storm in Gawaine's eyes and the King's word | T |
Of banishment attended him Gawaine | B2 |
Will give the King no peace Lionel said | T |
And Lancelot said after him Therefore | R |
The King will have no peace And so it was | J2 |
That Lancelot with many of Arthur's knights | J2 |
That were not Arthur's now sailed out one day | J2 |
From Cardiff to Bayonne where soon Gawaine | B2 |
The King and the King's army followed them | M |
For longer sorrow and for longer war | R |
Edwin Arlington Robinson
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