Nor yet forgot her practice in her fright, Above them; and in change of glare and gloom Had left the ravaged woodland yet once more To peace; and what should not have been had been, For Merlin, overtalk'd and overworn, Had yielded, told her all the charm, and slept. Then, in one moment, she put forth the charm Of woven paces and of waving hands, And in the hollow oak he lay as dead, And lost to life and use and name and fame. Then crying 'I have made his glory mine,' And shrieking out ' O fool,' the harlot leapt Adown the forest and the thicket closed Behind her, and the forest echo'd 'fool.' ELAINE. ELAINE the fair, Elaine the loveable, Elaine the lily maid of Astolat, High in her chamber up a tower to the east Which first she placed where morning's earliest ray And ah God's mercy what a stroke was there! How came the lily maid by that good shield Of Lancelot, she that knew not ev'n his name? For the great diamond in the diamond jousts, For Arthur when none knew from whence he came, Long ere the people chose him for their king, And down they fell and made the glen abhorr'd : And there they lay till all their bones were bleach'd, And lichen'd into colour with the pass crags : And one of these, the king, had on a crown Of diamonds, one in front, and four aside. And Arthur came, and labouring up the All in a misty moonshine, unawares Had trodden that crown'd skeleton, and the skull Brake from the nape, and from the skull the crown Roll'd into light, and turning on its rims Fled like a glittering rivulet to the tarn: And down the shingly scaur he plunged, and caught, And set it on his head, and in his heart Thereafter, when a king, he had the gems Pluck'd from the crown, and show'd them to his knights, Saying these jewels, whereupon I chanced Once every year, a joust for one of these: The Heathen, who, some say, shall rule the land Had Lancelot won the diamond of the year, Worth half her realm, had never spoken word. Now for the central diamond and the last And largest, Arthur, holding then his court Hard on the river nigh the place which now Is this world's hugest, let proclaim a joust At Camelot, and when the time drew nigh Spake (for she had been sick) to Guinevere Are you so sick, my Queen, you cannot move To these fair jousts?' 'Yea, lord,' she said, 'you know it.' Then will you miss,' he answer'd,' the great deeds Of Lancelot, and his prowess in the lists, A sight you love to look on.' And the Queen Lifted her eyes, and they dwelt languidly On Lancelot, where he stood beside the King. He thinking that he read her meaning there, Stay with me, I am sick; my love is more Than many diamonds,' yielded, and a heart, Love-loyal to the least wish of the Queen (However much he yearn'd to make complete The tale of diamonds for his destined boon) Urged him to speak against the truth, and say, Sir King, mine ancient wound is hardly whole, And lets me from the saddle;' and the King Glanced first at him, then her, and went his way. No sooner gone than suddenly she began. 'To blame, my lord Sir Lancelot, much to blame. Why go you not to these fair jousts? the knights Are half of them our enemies, and the crowd Will murmur, lo the shameless ones, who take Their pastime now the trustful king is gone!' Then Lancelot vext at having lied in vain : 'Are you so wise? you were not once so wise, My Queen, that summer, when you loved me first. Then of the crowd you took no more account Than of the myriad cricket of the mead, When its own voice clings to each blade of grass, And every voice is nothing. As to knights, Them surely can I silence with all ease. But now my loyal worship is allow'd Of all men many a bard, without offence, Has link'd our names together in his lay, Lancelot, the flower of bravery, Guinevere, The pearl of beauty and our knights at feast Have pledged us in this union, while the king Would listen smiling. How then? is there more? Has Arthur spoken aught? or would yourself, Now weary of my service and devoir, Henceforth be truer to your faultless lord?' : She broke into a little scornful laugh. For who loves me must have a touch of earth; else |