THEY told me in their shadowy phrase, Caught from a tale gone by, That Arthur, King of Cornish praise, Died not, and would not die. Dreams had they, that in fairy bowers Their living warrior lies, Or wears a garland of the flowers That grow in Paradise. I read the rune with deeper ken, And thus the myth I trace: -- A bard should rise, mid future men, The mightiest of his race. He would great Arthur's deeds rehearse On gray Dundagel's shore; And so the King in laurell'd verse Shall live, and die no more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF RICHARD WEST by THOMAS GRAY MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER MORAL by THOMAS HOOD THE PESSIMIST by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN KING FOR A DEAD LADY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 97 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |