@3King Arthur lies alone Deep down in Avalon. Alone! For what fair knight Is loyal quite?@1 Could golden Pelleas be lain To drowse between delight and pain? Could Tristram's musique here be borne, Or the great blast of Gawain's horn? It is no land for Galahad Where none are good and none are bad. It is no land for Lancelot Where sweet and bitter are forgot. For that proud soul of Guenevere's, And her long ransom of bright tears It is no land,—where none may weep, Between reveillé and faint sleep. Swung soft 'tween heaven and hell, it seems A crystal in a cloud of dreams. Yet doth some one pass that way. Is it, is it Morgan la Faye?— Saying: "Was it love or hate?" Saying: "But the wound is great." So, amid the poppies white, Long rests Arthur, King and Knight. @3King Arthur lies alone, Deep down in Avalon. Alone! For what fair knight Is loyal quite?@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ANCIENT PROVERB by WILLIAM BLAKE RESOLUTION OF A POETICAL QUESTION CONCERNING FOUR RURAL SISTERS: 2 by CHARLES COTTON A CHURCHYARD SOLILOQUY by HENRY ALFORD STELLA AND FLAVIA by MARY BARBER PSALM 4. CUM INVOCAREM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE O WORLD, BE NOBLER! by LAURENCE BINYON DEAR MINNA by MAXWELL BODENHEIM |