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In Arthur's house whileome was I	A
When happily the time went by	A
In midmost glory of his days	B
He held his court then in a place	C
Whereof ye shall not find the name	D
In any story of his fame	D
Caerliel good sooth men called it not	E
Nor London Town nor Camelot	E
Yet therein had we bliss enow	F
Ah far off was the overthrow	G
Of all that Britain praised and loved	H
And though among us lightly moved	I
A love that could but lead to death	J
Smooth skinned he seemed of rosy breath	J
A fear to sting a lady's lip	K
No ruin of goodly fellowship	K
No shame and death of all things good	L
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Forgive the old carle's babbling mood	M
As here I sit grey haired and old	N
My life gone as a story told	N
Ye bid me tell a story too	O
And then the evil days and few	O
That yet were overlong for me	P
Rise up so clear I may not see	P
The pictures of my minstrel lore	Q
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Well hearken on a day of yore	Q
From prime of morn the court did ride	R
Amidmost of the summertide	R
To search the dwellings of the deer	S
Until the heat of noon was near	S
Then slackening speed awhile they went	R
Adown a ragged thorn bushed bent	R
At whose feet grew a tangled wood	R
Of oak and holly nowise good	R
But therethrough with some pain indeed	R
And rending of the ladies' weed	R
They won at last and after found	R
A space of green sward grown around	R
By oak and holly set full close	T
And in the midst of it arose	U
Two goodly sycamores that made	R
A wide and little sun pierced shade	R
About their high boles straight and green	F
A fount was new born there between	F
And running on as clear as glass	V
Flowed winding on amid the grass	V
Until the thick wood swallowed it	R
A place for happy folk to sit	R
While the hot day grew hotter still	W
Till eve began to work his will	W
So might those happy people think	X
Who grudged to see the red sun sink	X
And end another day of bliss	Y
Although no joy tomorn should miss	Y
They laughed for joy as they drew nigh	A
The shade and fount but lo thereby	A
A man beside the fountain laid	R
The while his horse 'twixt sun and shade	R
Cropped the sweet grass but little care	Z
Had these of guile or giant's lair	Z
And scarce a foot before the Queen	F
Rode Gawain o'er the daisied green	F
To see what man his pleasure took	A2
Who rose up in meanwhile and shook	A2
His tangled hair aback as one	F
Who e'en but now his sleep hath done	F
Rough head and yellow haired was he	P
Great eyed as folk have told to me	P
And big and stout enow of limb	B2
As one who thinks no harm he smiled	R
And cried out Well met in the wild	R
Fair King and Queen and ye withal	W
Sweet dames and damsels Well befal	W
This day whereon I see thee nigh	A
O Lancelot before I die	A
And surely shall my heart rejoice	C2
Sir Gawain when I hear thy voice	C2
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Then Lancelot laughed Thou knowest us then	F
Full well among a many men	F
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As quoth the lion to the mouse	D2
The man said in King Arthur's House	D2
Men are not names of men alone	F
But coffers rather of deeds done	F
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The Queen smiled blithe of heart and spake	E2
Hast thou done deeds for ladies' sake	E2
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Nay Dame he said I am but young	F2
A little have I lived and sung	F2
And seen thy face this happy noon	F
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The King said May we hearken soon	F
Some merry tale of thee for I	A
Am skilled to know men low and high	A
And deem thee neither churl nor fool	W
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Said he My fathers went to school	W
Where folk are taught a many things	G2
But not by bliss men called them kings	G2
In days when kings were near to seek	H2
But as a long thread waxeth weak	H2
So is it with our house and now	F
I wend me home from oaken bough	F
Unto a stead where roof and wall	W
Shall not have over far to fall	W
When their last day comes	I2
As he spake	E2
He reddened Nathless for their sake	E2
Whom the world loved once mock not me	P
O King if thence I bring to thee	P
A morsel and a draught of wine	F
Though nothing king like here thou dine	F
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Of some kind word King Arthur thought	R
But ere he spake the woodman caught	R
His forest nag and leapt thereon	F
And through the tangled brake was gone	F
Then leapt the King down glad at heart	R
Thinking This day shall not depart	R
Without some voice from days that were	J2
And lightly leapt down Guenevere	J2
And man and maid lay presently	P
Neath the bee laden branches high	A
And sweet the scent of trodden grass	V
Amid the blossoms' perfume was	K2
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There long they lay and little spake	E2
As folk right loth the calm to break	E2
Till lo upon the forest breeze	L2
A noise of folk and from the trees	L2
They came the first seen forester	J2
A grizzled carle in such like gear	J2
And then two maidens poorly clad	R
Though each a silver chaplet had	R
And round her neck a golden chain	F
And last two varlets led a wain	F
Drawn by white oxen well bedight	R
With oaken boughs and lilies white	R
Therein there lay a cask of wine	F
And baskets piled with bread full fine	F
And flesh of hart and roe and hare	J2
And in the midst upon a chair	J2
Done over with a cloth of gold	R
There sat a man exceeding old	R
With long white locks and clad was he	P
No other than his company	P
Save that a golden crown he bore	J2
Full fairly fashioned as of yore	J2
And with a sword was girt about	R
Such as few folk will see I doubt	R
Right great it was the scabbard thin	F
Was fashioned of a serpent's skin	F
In every scale a stone of worth	M2
Of tooth of sea lion of the north	N2
The cross was and the blood boot stone	F
That heals the hurt the blade hath done	F
Hung down therefrom in silken purse	O2
The ruddy kin of Niblung's curse	O2
O'er tresses of a sea wife's hair	J2
Was wrapped about the handle fair	J2
And last a marvellous sapphire stone	F
Amidst of the great pommel shone	F
A blue flame in the forest green	F
And Arthur deemed he ne'er had seen	F
So fair a sword nay not when he	P
The wonder of the land locked sea	P
Drew from the stone that Christmas tide	R
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Now forth the forest youth did ride	R
Leapt down beside the King and spake	E2
King Arthur for thy greatness' sake	E2
My grandsire comes to look on thee	P
My father standeth here by me	P
These maidens are my sisters twain	F
My brethren draw out from the wain	F
Somewhat thy woodland cheer to mend	R
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Thereat his sire the knee did bend	R
Before the King who o'er the brown	F
Rough sleeve of the man's homespun gown	F
Beheld a goodly golden ring	P2
And fell to greater marvelling	P2
When he beheld how fine and fair	J2
The woodman's kneeling sisters were	J2
And all folk thereby deemed in sooth	P
That save indeed the first seen youth	P
These folk were nobler e'en than those	U
Of Arthur's wonder of a house	D2
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But now the elder drew anigh	A
By half a head was he more high	A
Than Arthur or than Lancelot	R
Nor had eld bent him he kneeled not	R
Before the King but smiling took	P2
His hands in hands that nowise shook	P2
And the King joyed as he who sees	L2
One of his fathers' images	Q2
Stand glad before him in a dream	R2
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Then down beside the bubbling stream	R2
They sat together and the King	P2
Was loth to fall a questioning	P2
So first the elder spake and said	R
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It joys me of thy goodlihead	R
O great king of our land and though	P
Our blood within thee doth not flow	P
And I who was a king of yore	J2
May scarcely kneel thy feet before	J2
Yet do I deem thy right the best	R
Of all the kings who rule the West	R
I love thy name and fame behold	R
King Arthur I am grown so old	R
In guilelessness the Gods have sent	R
Be I content or uncontent	R
This gift unto my latter days	B
That I may see as through a haze	B
The lives and deeds of days to come	S2
I laugh for some I weep for some	S2
I neither laugh nor weep for thee	P
But trembling through the clouds I see	P
Thy life and glory to the end	R
And how the sweet and bitter blend	R
Within the cup that thou must drink	P2
Good is it that thou shalt not shrink	P2
From either that the afterdays	P
Shall still win glory from thy praise	P
And scarce believe thee laid asleep	T2
When o'er thy deeds the days lie deep	T2
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He ceased but his old lips moved still	W
As though they would the tale fulfil	W
His heart kept secret Arthur's eyes	P
Gleamed with the pride that needs would rise	P
Up from his heart and low	W