Launcelot went away, then I could tell, 45'Like wisest man how all things would be, moan, And roll and hurt myself, and long to die, And yet fear much to die for what was sown. 'Nevertheless you, O Sir Gauwaine, lie, Whatever may have happened through these years, God knows I speak truth, saying that you lie.' 50Her voice was low at first, being full of tears, But as it cleared, it grew full loud and shrill, Growing a windy shriek in all men's ears, A ringing in their startled brains, until She said that Gauwaine lied, then her voice sunk, And her great eyes began again to fill,
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55 Though still she stood right up, and never shrunk,
But spoke on bravely, glorious lady fair!
Whatever tears her full lips may have drunk, She stood, and seemed to think, and wrung her hair,
Spoke out at last with no more trace of shame,
60 With passionate twisting of her body there: 'It chanced upon a day that Launcelot came
To dwell at Arthur's court: at Christmas time
This happened; when the heralds sung his name,
' 'Son of King Ban1 of Benwick,' seemed to chime
65 Along with all the bells that rang that day,
O'er the white roofs, with little change of rhyme.
'Christmas and whitened winter passed away,
And over me the April sunshine came,
Made very awful with black hail-clouds, yea.
70 'And in Summer I grew white with flame, And bowed my head down?Autumn, and the sick
Sure knowledge things would never be the same,
'However often Spring might be most thick
Of blossoms and buds, smote on me, and I grew
75 Careless of most things, let the clock tick, tick, 'To my unhappy pulse, that beat right through
My eager body; while I laughed out loud,
And let my lips curl up at false or true,
'Seemed cold and shallow without any cloud,
so Behold my judges, then the cloths were brought:
While I was dizzied thus, old thoughts would crowd, 'Belonging to the time ere I was bought
By Arthur's great name and his little love,
Must I give up forever then, I thought, 85 'That which I deemed would ever round me move
Glorifying all things; for a little word,2
Scarce ever meant at all, must I now prove
'Stone-cold for ever? Pray you, does the Lord
Will that all folks should be quite happy and good?
90 I love God now a little, if this cord'
1. Launcelot's father, a king of Brittany. 3. Her bond with Launcelot. 2. Her marriage vow.
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148 6 / WILLIA M MORRI S 'Were broken, once for all what striving could Make me love anything in earth or heaven. So day by day it grew, as if one should 95'Slip slowly down some path worn smooth and even, Down to a cool sea on a summer day; Yet still in slipping there was some small leaven 'Of stretched hands catching small stones by the way, Until one surely reached the sea at last, And felt strange new joy as the worn head lay 100 'Back, with the hair like seaweed; yea all past Sweat of the forehead, dryness of the lips, Washed utterly out by the dear waves o'ercast, 105'In the lone sea, far off from any ships! Do I not know now of a day in Spring? No minute of that wild day ever slips 'From out my memory; I hear thrushes sing, And wheresoever I may be, straightway Thoughts of it all come up with most fresh sting: no'I was half mad with beauty on that day, And went without my ladies all alone, In a quiet garden walled round every way; 'I was right joyful of that wall of stone, That shut the flowers and trees up with the sky, And trebled all the beauty: to the bone, 115 'Yea right through to my heart, grown very shy With weary thoughts, it pierced, and made me glad; Exceedingly glad, and I knew verily, 120'A little thing just then had? made me mad; I dared not think, as I was wont to do, Sometimes, upon my beauty; if I had would have 'Held out my long hand up against the blue, And, looking on the tenderly darkened fingers, Thought that by rights one ought to see quite through, 125'There, see you, where the soft still light yet lingers, Round by the edges; what should I have done, If this had joined with yellow spotted singers, 'And startling green drawn upward by the sun? But shouting, loosed out, see now! all my hair, And trancedly stood watching the west wind run
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130 'With faintest half-heard breathing sound?why there
I lose my head e'en now in doing this;
