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With joy that blazed itself in woodland wealth
Of leaf； and gayest garlandage of flowers；
Along the walls and down the board； they sat；
And cup clashed cup； they drank and some one sang；
Sweet…voiced； a song of welcome； whereupon
Their common shout in chorus； mounting； made
Those banners of twelve battles overhead
Stir； as they stirred of old； when Arthur's host
Proclaimed him Victor； and the day was won。
Then Balan added to their Order lived
A wealthier life than heretofore with these
And Balin； till their embassage returned。
'Sir King' they brought report 'we hardly found；
So bushed about it is with gloom； the hall
Of him to whom ye sent us； Pellam； once
A Christless foe of thine as ever dashed
Horse against horse； but seeing that thy realm
Hath prospered in the name of Christ； the King
Took； as in rival heat； to holy things；
And finds himself descended from the Saint
Arimathaean Joseph； him who first
Brought the great faith to Britain over seas；
He boasts his life as purer than thine own；
Eats scarce enow to keep his pulse abeat；
Hath pushed aside his faithful wife； nor lets
Or dame or damsel enter at his gates
Lest he should be polluted。 This gray King
Showed us a shrine wherein were wondersyea
Rich arks with priceless bones of martyrdom；
Thorns of the crown and shivers of the cross；
And therewithal （for thus he told us） brought
By holy Joseph thither； that same spear
Wherewith the Roman pierced the side of Christ。
He much amazed us； after； when we sought
The tribute； answered 〃I have quite foregone
All matters of this world： Garlon； mine heir；
Of him demand it；〃 which this Garlon gave
With much ado； railing at thine and thee。
'But when we left； in those deep woods we found
A knight of thine spear…stricken from behind；
Dead； whom we buried； more than one of us
Cried out on Garlon； but a woodman there
Reported of some demon in the woods
Was once a man； who driven by evil tongues
From all his fellows； lived alone； and came
To learn black magic； and to hate his kind
With such a hate； that when he died； his soul
Became a Fiend； which； as the man in life
Was wounded by blind tongues he saw not whence；
Strikes from behind。 This woodman showed the cave
From which he sallies； and wherein he dwelt。
We saw the hoof…print of a horse； no more。'
Then Arthur； 'Let who goes before me； see
He do not fall behind me： foully slain
And villainously！ who will hunt for me
This demon of the woods？' Said Balan； 'I'！
So claimed the quest and rode away； but first；
Embracing Balin； 'Good my brother； hear！
Let not thy moods prevail； when I am gone
Who used to lay them！ hold them outer fiends；
Who leap at thee to tear thee； shake them aside；
Dreams ruling when wit sleeps！ yea； but to dream
That any of these would wrong thee； wrongs thyself。
Witness their flowery welcome。 Bound are they
To speak no evil。 Truly save for fears；
My fears for thee； so rich a fellowship
Would make me wholly blest： thou one of them；
Be one indeed： consider them； and all
Their bearing in their common bond of love；
No more of hatred than in Heaven itself；
No more of jealousy than in Paradise。'
So Balan warned； and went； Balin remained：
Whofor but three brief moons had glanced away
From being knighted till he smote the thrall；
And faded from the presence into years
Of exilenow would strictlier set himself
To learn what Arthur meant by courtesy；
Manhood； and knighthood； wherefore hovered round
Lancelot； but when he marked his high sweet smile
In passing； and a transitory word
Make knight or churl or child or damsel seem
From being smiled at happier in themselves
Sighed； as a boy lame…born beneath a height；
That glooms his valley； sighs to see the peak
Sun…flushed； or touch at night the northern star；
For one from out his village lately climed
And brought report of azure lands and fair；
Far seen to left and right； and he himself
Hath hardly scaled with help a hundred feet
Up from the base： so Balin marvelling oft
How far beyond him Lancelot seemed to move；
Groaned； and at times would mutter； 'These be gifts；
Born with the blood； not learnable； divine；
Beyond my reach。 Well had I foughtenwell
In those fierce wars； struck hardand had I crowned
With my slain self the heaps of whom I slew
Sobetter！But this worship of the Queen；
That honour too wherein she holds himthis；
This was the sunshine that hath given the man
A growth； a name that branches o'er the rest；
And strength against all odds； and what the King
So prizesoverprizesgentleness。
Her likewise would I worship an I might。
I never can be close with her； as he
That brought her hither。 Shall I pray the King
To let me bear some token of his Queen
Whereon to gaze； remembering herforget
My heats and violences？ live afresh？
What； if the Queen disdained to grant it！ nay
Being so stately…gentle； would she make
My darkness blackness？ and with how sweet grace
She greeted my return！ Bold will I be
Some goodly cognizance of Guinevere；
In lieu of this rough beast upon my shield；
Langued gules； and toothed with grinning savagery。'
And Arthur； when Sir Balin sought him； said
'What wilt thou bear？' Balin was bold； and asked
To bear her own crown…royal upon shield；
Whereat she smiled and turned her to the King；
Who answered 'Thou shalt put the crown to use。
The crown is but the shadow of the King；
And this a shadow's shadow； let him have it；
So this will help him of his violences！'
'No shadow' said Sir Balin 'O my Queen；
But light to me！ no shadow； O my King；
But golden earnest of a gentler life！'
So Balin bare the crown； and all the knights
Approved him； and the Queen； and all the world
Made music； and he felt his being move
In music with his Order； and the King。
The nightingale； full…toned in middle May；
Hath ever and anon a note so thin
It seems another voice in other groves；
Thus； after some quick burst of sudden wrath；
The music in him seemed to change； and grow
Faint and far…off。
And once he saw the thrall
His passion half had gauntleted to death；
That causer of his banishment and shame；
Smile at him； as he deemed； presumptuously：
His arm half rose to strike again； but fell：
The memory of that cognizance on shield
Weighted it down； but in himself he moaned：
'Too high this mount of Camelot for me：
These high…set courtesies are not for me。
Shall I not rather prove the worse for these？
Fierier and stormier from restraining； break
Into some madness even before the Queen？'
Thus； as a hearth lit in a mountain home；
And glancing on the window； when the gloom
Of twilight deepens round it； seems a flame
That rages in the woodland far below；
So when his moods were darkened； court and King
And all the kindly warmth of Arthur's hall
Shadowed an angry distance： yet he strove
To learn the graces of their Table； fought
Hard with himself； and seemed at length in peace。
Then chanced； one morning； that Sir Balin sat
Close…bowered in that garden nigh the hall。
A walk of roses ran from door to door；
A walk of lilies crost it to the bower：
And down that range of roses the great Queen
Came with slow steps； the morning on her face；
And all in shadow from the counter door
Sir Lancelot as to meet her； then at once；
As if he saw not； glanced aside； and paced
The long white walk of lilies toward the bower。
Followed the Queen； Sir Balin heard her 'Prince；
Art thou so little loyal to thy Queen；
As pass without good morrow to thy Queen？'
To whom Sir Lancelot with his eyes on earth；
'Fain would I still be loyal to the Queen。'
'Yea so' she said 'but so to pass me by
So loyal scarce is loyal to thyself；
Whom all men rate the king of courtesy。
Let be： ye stand； fair lord； as in a dream。'
Then Lancelot with his hand among the flowers
'Yeafor a dream。 Last night methought I saw
That maiden Saint who stands with lily in hand
In yonder shrine。 All round her prest the dark；
And all the light upon her silver face
Flowed from the spiritual lily that she held。
Lo！ these her emblems drew mine eyesaway：
For see； how perfect…pure！ As light a flush
As hardly tints the blossom of the quince
Would mar their charm of stainless maidenhood。'
'Sweeter to me' she said 'this garden rose
Deep…hued and many…folded！ sweeter still
The wild…wood hyacinth and the bloom of May。
Prince； we have ridden before among the flowers
In those fair daysnot all as cool as these；
Though season…earlier。 Art thou sad？ or sick？
Our noble King will send thee his own leech
Sick？ or for any matter angered at me？'
Then Lancelot lifted his large eyes； they dwelt
Deep…tranced on hers； and could not fall： her hue
Changed at his gaze： so turning side by side
They past； and Balin started from his bower。
'Queen？ subject？ but I see not what I see。
Damsel and lover？ hear not what I hear。
My father hath begotten me in his wrath。
I suffer from the things before me； know；
Learn nothing； am not worthy to be knight；
A churl； a clown！' and in him gloom on gloom
Deepened： he sharply caught his lance and shield；
Nor stayed to crave permission of the King；
But； mad for strange adventure； dashed away。
He took the selfsame tra