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And sweet no more to me!' I need Him We run more counter to the soul thereof now.
Than had we never sworn. I swear no For when had Lancelot utter'd aught more. so gross
I swore to the great King, and am forEv'n to the swineherd's malkin in the
• sworn. mast?
For once-ev'n to the height-I honor'd The greater man, the greater courtesy. him. But thou, thro' ever harrying thy wild Man, is he man at all?' methought, beasts
when first Save that to touch a harp, tilt with a I rode from our rough Lyonesse, and
lance Becomes thee well--art grown wild That victor of the Pagan throned in beast thyself.
[even hallHow darest thou, if lover, push me His hair, a sun that ray'd from off a In fancy from thy side, and set me far brow In the gray distance, half a life away, Like hillsnow high in heaven, the steel. Her to be loved no more? Unsay it, blue eyes, unswear!
The golden beard that clothed his lips Flatter me rather, seeing me so weak, with lightBroken with Mark and hate and soli- Moreover, that weird legend of his tude,
birth, Thy marriage and mine own, that I With Merlin's mystic babble about his should suck
end, Lies like sweet wines : lie to me: I | Amazed me; then, his foot was on a believe.
stool Will ye not lie? not swear, as there ye Shaped as a dragon; he seem'd to me kneel,
no man, And solemnly as when ye sware to him, But Michaël trampling Satan; so I The man of men, our King—My God, sware, the power
Being amazed : but this went by-the Was once in vows when men believed vows! the King !
O ay—the wholesome madness of an They lied not then, who sware, and hourthro' their vows
They served their use, their time; for The King prevailing made his realm : every knight -I say,
Believed himself a greater than himSwear to me thou wilt love me ev'n self, when old,
And every follower eyed him as a God; Gray-haired, and past desire, and in de Till he, being lifted up beyond himself, spair.”
Did mightier deeds than elsewise he
had done, Then Tristram, pacing moodily up And so the realm was made ; but then and down,
their vows“Vows ! did ye keep the vow ye made First mainly thro' that sullying of our to Mark
QueenMore than I mine? Lied, say ve ? Nay, Began to gall the knighthood, asking but learnt,
whence The vow that binds, too strictly snaps Had Arthur right to bind them to himitself
self? My knighthood taught me this—ay, | Dropt down from heaven? wash'd up being snapt
from out the deep?
They fail'd to trace him thro' the flesh | The jewels, had let one finger lightly and blood
touch Of our old Kings: whence then? a The warm white apple of her throat, doubtful lord
replied, To bind them by inviolable vows, "Press this a little closer, sweet, unWhich flesh and blood perforce would til- . violate :
(within Come, I am hunger'd and half-anger'd For feel this arm of mine the tide -meat, Red with free chase and heather | Wine, wine--and I will love thee to scented air,
(pure the death, Pulsing full man; can Arthur make me And out beyond into the dream to As any maiden child ? lock up my come."
tongue From uttering freely what I freely hear?
So then, when both were brought to Bind me to one? The great world
full accord, laughs at it.
She rose, and set before him all he And worldling of the world am I, and will'd; know
And after these had comforted the The ptarmigan that whitens ere his blood hour
With meats and wines, and satiated Wooes his own end; we are not angels
Now talking of their woodland paraNor shall be : vows-I am woodman of
dise, the woods,
The deer, the dews, the fern, the And hear the garnet-headed yaffingale
founts, the lawns; Mock them : my soul, we love but Now mocking at the much ungainliwhile we may;
ness, And therefore is my love so large for
| And craven shifts, and long crane legs thee,
of MarkSeeing it is not bounded save by love."
Then Tristram laughing caught the
harp, and sang: Here ending, he moved toward her, and she said,
“Ay, ay, () ay—the winds that bend “Good; an I turn'd away my love for
the brier! thee
A star in heaven, a star within the To some one thrice as courteous as
Ay, ay, O ay-a star was my desire, For courtesy wins woman all as well
And one was far apart, and one was As valor may--but he that closes both Is perfect, he is Lancelot-taller in. Ay, ay, O ay-the winds that bow the deed,
grass ! Rosier, and comelier, thou—but say I And
comelier, thou-but say I | And one was water and one star was loved
fire, This knightliest of all knights, and cast And one will ever shine and one will thee back
pass. Thìne own small saw, We love but Ay, ay, O ay--the winds that move the while we may,'
mere.” Well then, what answer?”
Then in the light's last glimmer He that while she spake, Tristram show'd Mindful of what he brought to adorn And swung the ruby carcanet. She her with,
" The collar of some order, which our Out of the dark, just as the lips had King
touch'd, Hath newly founded, all for thee, my Behind him rose a shadow and a soul,
shriekFor thee, to yield thee grace beyond “Mark's wav,” said Mark, and clove thy peers.”
him thro' the brain. “Not so, my Queen,” he said, “but | the red fruit
That night came Arthur home, and Grown on a magic oak-tree in mid while he climb'd, heaven,
All in a death-dumb autumn-dripping And won by Tristram as a tourney-Ic- gloom, prize,
The stairway to the hall, and look'd And hither brought by Tristram for and saw his last
| The great Queen's bower was dark, Love-offering and peace-offering unto about his feet thee.”
A voice clung sobbing till he question'd He rose, he turn'd, and flinging " What art thou ?" and the voice round her neck,
I about his feet Claspt it but while ne bow'd himself Sent up an answer, sobbing, “I am to lay
thy fool, Warm kisses in the hollow of her And I shall never make thee smile throat,
A volet clungs
low of her and has to answer, sobbing
TO THE QUEEN.
EPILOGUE TO THE IDYLS.
O LOYAL to the royal in thyself, The prayer of many a race and creed, And loyal to thy land, as this to thee and clime
(sea Bear witness, that rememberable day, Thunderless lightnings striking under When, pale as yet, and fever-worn, the From sunset and sunrise of all thy Prince,
realm, Who scarce had pluck'd his flickering And that true North, whereof we lately life again
heard From half-way down the shadow of the A strain to shame us “keep you to grave,
yourselves; Past with thee thro' thy people and so loyal is too costly! friends-your their love,
love And London'rolld one tide of joy Is but a burden: loose the bond, and
thro' all Her trebled millions, and loud leagues Is this the tone of empire? here the of man
faith And welcome! witness, too, the silent | That made us rulers? this, indeed, her cry,
And meaning, whom the roar of Hou. That hover'd between war and wangoumont
tonness, Left mightiest of all peoples under and crownings and dethronements; heaven?
take withal What shock has fool'd her since, that Thy poet's blessing, and his trust that she should speak
Heaven So feebly? wealthier-wealthier-hour Will blow the tempest in the distance by hour!
back The voice of Britain, or a sinking From thine and ours : for some are' land,
I scared, who mark, Some third-rate isle half-lost among Or wisely or unwisely, signs of storm, her seas?
| Waverings of every vane with every There rang her voice, when the full city wind,
And wordy trucklings in the transient Thee and thy Prince! The loyal to hour, their crown
And fierce or careless looseners of the Are loyal to their own far sons, who faith. love
And Softness breeding scorn of simple Our ocean-empire with her boundless homes
Or Cowardice, the child of lust for For ever-broadening England, and her gold, throne
Or Labor, with a groan and not a In our vast Orient, and one isle, one
I voice, isle,
Or Art, with poisonous honey stoln That knows not her own greatness: if from France, she knows
And that which knows, but careful for And dreads it we are fall’n. But itself, thou, my Queen,
And that which knows not, ruling that Not for itself, but thro' thy living love which knows For one to whom I made it o'er his To its own harm : the goal of this grave
great world, Sacred, accept this old imperfect tale, Lies beyond sight : yet-if our slowlyNew-old, and shadowing Sense at war grown with Soul
And crown'd Republic's crowning comRather than that gray king, whose L mon-sense, name, a ghost
That saved her many times, not failStreams like a cloud, man-shaped, from their fears mountain peak,
Are morning shadows huger than the And cleaves to cairn and cromlech shapes still for him
That cast them, not those gloomier Of Geoffrey's book, or him of Mal.
which forego. lor's one
The darkness of that battle in the Touched by the adulterous finger of a West, time
I Where all of high and holy dies away,
A WELCOME TO THE DUKE AND DUCHESS
Yet Harold's England fell to NorTHE Son of him with whom we strove man swords: for power
Yet thine own land has bow'd to Whose will is lord thro'all his world.
Tartar hordes domain
Since English Harold gave its throne Who made the serf a man, and burst
a wife, his chain
Alexandrovna ! Has given our Prince his own Imperial For thrones and peoples are as waifs Flower,
that swing, Alexandrovna.
And float or fall, in endless ebb and And welcome, Russian flower, a
flow: people's pride,
But who love best have best the To Britain, when her flowers begin to
grace to know blow!
That Love by right divine is deathless From love to love, from home to
king, home you go,
Marie-Alexandrovna ! From mother unto mother, stately bride,
Where men are bold and strongly The golden news along the steppes is
say their say ;blown,
See, empire upon empire smiles toAnd at thy name the Tartar tents are stirred :
As thou with thy young lover hand in Elburz and all the Caucasus have hand, heard ;
Alexandrovna! And all the sultry palms of India So now thy fullor life is in the West, known,
Whose hand at home was gracious
Alexandrovna to thy poor : . The voices of our universal sea,
I Thy name was blest within the narOn capes of Afric as on cliffs of
row door; Kent, The Maoris and that Isle of Con.
Here also, Marie, shall thy name be
Marie-Alexandrovna! And loyal pines of Canada murmur thee, Marie-Alexandrovna ! Sholl fears and iealous hatred
word : Shall fears and jealous hatreds flame
III. Fair empires branching, both, in lusty Or at thy coming, Princess, every. life!