Merlin Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRFS IOTRUVWXRP OFOYROZRRA2B2C2A2D2F A2A2PA2PMRE2OA2RA2A2 ZPA2 OPRPROIIPRRRF2POPA2A 2MYIC2ORA2PPZA2G2H2B 2PMMIR OMA2RFFRA2MRA2RMIA2M MPPA2OIRRA2RA2FRMMA2 A2 FI2A2PJ2RORA2MIMF2PR JMIRMA2OFOA2POA2K2A2 A2MA2IA2PMA2RZMRZR FA2OPA2OL2 IMRIM2OMA2ZA2PR N2MOPRRA2N2RRROA2A2F A2 A2ORMA2H2O2OOMA2 FFO OA2A2MA2A2M PA2MOA2RPA2M| Sir Lamorak the man of oak and iron | A |
| Had with him now as a care laden guest | B |
| Sir Bedivere a man whom Arthur loved | C |
| As he had loved no man save Lancelot | D |
| Like one whose late flown shaft of argument | E |
| Had glanced and fallen afield innocuously | F |
| He turned upon his host a sudden eye | G |
| That met from Lamorak's an even shaft | H |
| Of native and unused authority | I |
| And each man held the other till at length | J |
| Each turned away shutting his heavy jaws | K |
| Again together prisoning thus two tongues | L |
| That might forget and might not be forgiven | M |
| Then Bedivere to find a plain way out | N |
| Said Lamorak let us drink to some one here | O |
| And end this dryness Who shall it be the King | P |
| The Queen or Lancelot Merlin Lamorak growled | Q |
| And then there were more wrinkles round his eyes | R |
| Than Bedivere had said were possible | F |
| There's no refusal in me now for that | S |
| The guest replied so Merlin' let it be | I |
| We've not yet seen him but if he be here | O |
| And even if he should not be here say Merlin ' | T |
| They drank to the unseen from two new tankards | R |
| And fell straightway to sighing for the past | U |
| And what was yet before them Silence laid | V |
| A cogent finger on the lips of each | W |
| Impatient veteran whose hard hands lay clenched | X |
| And restless on his midriff until words | R |
| Were stronger than strong Lamorak | P |
| - | |
| Bedivere | O |
| Began the solid host you may as well | F |
| Say now as at another time hereafter | O |
| That all your certainties have bruises on 'em | Y |
| And all your pestilent asseverations | R |
| Will never make a man a salamander | O |
| Who's born as we are told so fire won't bite him | Z |
| Or a slippery queen a nun who counts and burns | R |
| Herself to nothing with her beads and candles | R |
| There's nature and what's in us to be sifted | A2 |
| Before we know ourselves or any man | B2 |
| Or woman that God suffers to be born | C2 |
| That's how I speak and while you strain your mazard | A2 |
| Like Father Jove big with a new Minerva | D2 |
| We'll say to pass the time that I speak well | F |
| God's fish The King had eyes and Lancelot | A2 |
| Won't ride home to his mother for she's dead | A2 |
| The story is that Merlin warned the King | P |
| Of what's come now to pass and I believe it | A2 |
| And Arthur he being Arthur and a king | P |
| Has made a more pernicious mess than one | M |
| We're told for being so great and amorous | R |
| It's that unwholesome and inclement cub | E2 |
| Young Modred I'd see first in hell before | O |
| I'd hang too high the Queen or Lancelot | A2 |
| The King if one may say it set the pace | R |
| And we've two strapping bastards here to prove it | A2 |
| Young Borre he's well enough but as for Modred | A2 |
| I squirm as often as I look at him | Z |
| And there again did Merlin warn the King | P |
| The story goes abroad and I believe it | A2 |
| - | |
| Sir Bedivere as one who caught no more | O |
| Than what he would of Lamorak's outpouring | P |
| Inclined his grizzled head and closed his eyes | R |
| Before he sighed and rubbed his beard and spoke | P |
| For all I know to make it otherwise | R |
| The Queen may be a nun some day or other | O |
| I'd pray to God for such a thing to be | I |
| If prayer for that were not a mockery | I |
| We're late now for much praying Lamorak | P |
| When you and I can feel upon our faces | R |
| A wind that has been blowing over ruins | R |
| That we had said were castles and high towers | R |
| Till Merlin or the spirit of him came | F2 |
| As the dead come in dreams I saw the King | P |
| This morning and I saw his face Therefore | O |
| I tell you if a state shall have a king | P |
| The king must have the state and be the state | A2 |
| Or then shall we have neither king nor state | A2 |
| But bones and ashes and high towers all fallen | M |
| And we shall have where late there was a kingdom | Y |
| A dusty wreck of what was once a glory | I |
| A wilderness whereon to crouch and mourn | C2 |
| And moralize or else to build once more | O |
| For something better or for something worse | R |
| Therefore again I say that Lancelot | A2 |
| Has wrought a potent wrong upon the King | P |
| And all who serve and recognize the King | P |
| And all who follow him and all who love him | Z |
| Whatever the stormy faults he may have had | A2 |
| To look on him today is to forget them | G2 |
| And if it be too late for sorrow now | H2 |
| To save him for it was a broken man | B2 |
| I saw this morning and a broken king | P |
| The God who sets a day for desolation | M |
| Will not forsake him in Avilion | M |
| Or whatsoever shadowy land there be | I |
| Where peace awaits him on its healing shores | R |
| - | |
| Sir Lamorak shifting in his oaken chair | O |
| Growled like a dog and shook himself like one | M |
| For the stone chested helmet cracking knight | A2 |
| That you are known to be from Lyonnesse | R |
| To northward Bedivere you fol de rol | F |
| When days are rancid and you fiddle faddle | F |
| More like a woman than a man with hands | R |
| Fit for the smiting of a crazy giant | A2 |
| With armor an inch thick as we all know | M |
| You are when you're not sermonizing at us | R |
| As for the King I say the King no doubt | A2 |
| Is angry sorry and all sorts of things | R |
| For Lancelot and for his easy Queen | M |
| Whom he took knowing she'd thrown sparks already | I |
| On that same piece of tinder Lancelot | A2 |
| Who fetched her with him from Leodogran | M |
| Because the King God save poor human reason | M |
| Would prove to Merlin who knew everything | P |
| Worth knowing in those days that he was wrong | P |
| I'll drink now and be quiet but by God | A2 |
| I'll have to tell you Brother Bedivere | O |
| Once more to make you listen properly | I |
| That crowns and orders and high palaces | R |
| And all the manifold ingredients | R |
| Of this good solid kingdom where we sit | A2 |
| And spit now at each other with our eyes | R |
| Will not go rolling down to hell just yet | A2 |
| Because a pretty woman is a fool | F |
| And here's Kay coming with his fiddle face | R |
| As long now as two fiddles Sit ye down | M |
| Sir Man and tell us everything you know | M |
| Of Merlin or his ghost without a beard | A2 |
| What mostly is it | A2 |
| - | |
| Sir Kay the seneschal | F |
| Sat wearily while he gazed upon the two | I2 |
| To you it mostly is if I err not | A2 |
| That what you hear of Merlin's coming back | P |
| Is nothing more or less than heavy truth | J2 |
| But ask me nothing of the Queen I say | R |
| For I know nothing All I know of her | O |
| Is what her eyes have told the silences | R |
| That now attend her and that her estate | A2 |
| Is one for less complacent execration | M |
| Than quips and innuendoes of the city | I |
| Would augur for her sin if there be sin | M |
| Or for her name if now she have a name | F2 |
| And where I say is this to lead the King | P |
| And after him the kingdom and ourselves | R |
| Here be we three men of a certain strength | J |
| And some confessed intelligence who know | M |
| That Merlin has come out of Brittany | I |
| Out of his grave as he would say it for us | R |
| Because the King has now a desperation | M |
| More strong upon him than a woman's net | A2 |
| Was over Merlin for now Merlin's here | O |
| And two of us who knew him know how well | F |
| His wisdom if he have it any longer | O |
| Will by this hour have sounded and appraised | A2 |
| The grief and wrath and anguish of the King | P |
| Requiring mercy and inspiring fear | O |
| Lest he forego the vigil now most urgent | A2 |
| And leave unwatched a cranny where some worm | K2 |
| Or serpent may come in to speculate | A2 |
| - | |
| I know your worm and his worm's name is Modred | A2 |
| Albeit the streets are not yet saying so | M |
| Said Lamorak as he lowered his wrath and laughed | A2 |
| A sort of poisonous apology | I |
| To Kay And in the meantime I'll be gyved | A2 |
| Here's Bedivere a wailing for the King | P |
| And you Kay with a moist eye for the Queen | M |
| I think I'll blow a horn for Lancelot | A2 |
| For by my soul a man's in sorry case | R |
| When Guineveres are out with eyes to scorch him | Z |
| I'm not so ancient or so frozen certain | M |
| That I'd ride horses down to skeletons | R |
| If she were after me Has Merlin seen him | Z |
| This Lancelot this Queen fed friend of ours | R |
| - | |
| Kay answered sighing with a lonely scowl | F |
| The picture that I conjure leaves him out | A2 |
| The King and Merlin are this hour together | O |
| And I can say no more for I know nothing | P |
| But how the King persuaded or beguiled | A2 |
| The stricken wizard from across the water | O |
| Outriddles my poor wits It's all too strange | L2 |
| - | |
| It's all too strange and half the world's half crazy | I |
| Roared Lamorak forgetting once again | M |
| The devastating carriage of his voice | R |
| Is the King sick he said more quietly | I |
| Is he to let one damned scratch be enough | M2 |
| To paralyze the force that heretofore | O |
| Would operate a way through hell and iron | M |
| And iron already slimy with his blood | A2 |
| Is the King blind with Modred watching him | Z |
| Does he forget the crown for Lancelot | A2 |
| Does he forget that every woman mewing | P |
| Shall some day be a handful of small ashes | R |
| - | |
| You speak as one for whom the god of Love | N2 |
| Has yet a mighty trap in preparation | M |
| We know you Lamorak said Bedivere | O |
| We know you for a short man Lamorak | P |
| In deeds if not in inches or in words | R |
| But there are fens and heights and distances | R |
| That your capricious ranging has not yet | A2 |
| Essayed in this weird region of man's love | N2 |
| Forgive me Lamorak but your words are words | R |
| Your deeds are what they are and ages hence | R |
| Will men remember your illustriousness | R |
| If there be gratitude in history | O |
| For me I see the shadow of the end | A2 |
| Wherein to serve King Arthur to the end | A2 |
| And if God have it so to see the Grail | F |
| Before I die | A2 |
| - | |
| But Lamorak shook his head | A2 |
| See what you will or what you may For me | O |
| I see no other than a stinking mess | R |
| With Modred stirring it and Agravaine | M |
| Spattering Camelot with as much of it | A2 |
| As he can throw The Devil got somehow | H2 |
| Into God's workshop once upon a time | O2 |
| And out of the red clay that he found there | O |
| He made a shape like Modred and another | O |
| As like as eyes are to this Agravaine | M |
| I never made 'em ' said the good Lord God | A2 |
| But let 'em go and see what comes of 'em ' | - |
| And that's what we're to do As for the Grail | F |
| I've never worried it and so the Grail | F |
| Has never worried me | O |
| - | |
| Kay sighed I see | O |
| With Bedivere the coming of the end | A2 |
| He murmured for the King I saw today | A2 |
| Was not nor shall he ever be again | M |
| The King we knew I say the King is dead | A2 |
| The man is living but the King is dead | A2 |
| The wheel is broken | M |
| - | |
| Faugh said Lamorak | P |
| There are no dead kings yet in Camelot | A2 |
| But there is Modred who is hatching ruin | M |
| And when it hatches I may not be here | O |
| There's Gawaine too and he does not forget | A2 |
| My father who killed his King Arthur's house | R |
| Has more divisions in it than I like | P |
| In houses and if Modred's aim be good | A2 |
| For backs like mine I'm not long for the scene | M |
Edwin Arlington Robinson
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