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Slipt and uncoiled itself； she wept afresh；
And the dark wood grew darker toward the storm
In silence； while his anger slowly died
Within him； till he let his wisdom go
For ease of heart； and half believed her true：
Called her to shelter in the hollow oak；
'Come from the storm；' and having no reply；
Gazed at the heaving shoulder； and the face
Hand…hidden； as for utmost grief or shame；
Then thrice essayed； by tenderest…touching terms；
To sleek her ruffled peace of mind； in vain。
At last she let herself be conquered by him；
And as the cageling newly flown returns；
The seeming…injured simple…hearted thing
Came to her old perch back； and settled there。
There while she sat； half…falling from his knees；
Half…nestled at his heart； and since he saw
The slow tear creep from her closed eyelid yet；
About her； more in kindness than in love；
The gentle wizard cast a shielding arm。
But she dislinked herself at once and rose；
Her arms upon her breast across； and stood；
A virtuous gentlewoman deeply wronged；
Upright and flushed before him： then she said：
'There must now be no passages of love
Betwixt us twain henceforward evermore；
Since； if I be what I am grossly called；
What should be granted which your own gross heart
Would reckon worth the taking？ I will go。
In truth； but one thing nowbetter have died
Thrice than have asked it oncecould make me stay
That proof of trustso often asked in vain！
How justly； after that vile term of yours；
I find with grief！ I might believe you then；
Who knows？ once more。 Lo！ what was once to me
Mere matter of the fancy； now hath grown
The vast necessity of heart and life。
Farewell； think gently of me； for I fear
My fate or folly； passing gayer youth
For one so old； must be to love thee still。
But ere I leave thee let me swear once more
That if I schemed against thy peace in this；
May yon just heaven； that darkens o'er me； send
One flash； that； missing all things else； may make
My scheming brain a cinder； if I lie。'
Scarce had she ceased； when out of heaven a bolt
（For now the storm was close above them） struck；
Furrowing a giant oak； and javelining
With darted spikes and splinters of the wood
The dark earth round。 He raised his eyes and saw
The tree that shone white…listed through the gloom。
But Vivien； fearing heaven had heard her oath；
And dazzled by the livid…flickering fork；
And deafened with the stammering cracks and claps
That followed； flying back and crying out；
'O Merlin； though you do not love me； save；
Yet save me！' clung to him and hugged him close；
And called him dear protector in her fright；
Nor yet forgot her practice in her fright；
But wrought upon his mood and hugged him close。
The pale blood of the wizard at her touch
Took gayer colours； like an opal warmed。
She blamed herself for telling hearsay tales：
She shook from fear； and for her fault she wept
Of petulancy； she called him lord and liege；
Her seer； her bard； her silver star of eve；
Her God； her Merlin； the one passionate love
Of her whole life； and ever overhead
Bellowed the tempest； and the rotten branch
Snapt in the rushing of the river…rain
Above them； and in change of glare and gloom
Her eyes and neck glittering went and came；
Till now the storm； its burst of passion spent；
Moaning and calling out of other lands；
Had left the ravaged woodland yet once more
To peace； and what should not have been had been；
For Merlin； overtalked 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 echoed 'fool。'
Lancelot and Elaine
Elaine the fair； Elaine the loveable；
Elaine； the lily maid of Astolat；
High in her chamber up a tower to the east
Guarded the sacred shield of Lancelot；
Which first she placed where the morning's earliest ray
Might strike it； and awake her with the gleam；
Then fearing rust or soilure fashioned for it
A case of silk； and braided thereupon
All the devices blazoned on the shield
In their own tinct； and added； of her wit；
A border fantasy of branch and flower；
And yellow…throated nestling in the nest。
Nor rested thus content； but day by day；
Leaving her household and good father； climbed
That eastern tower； and entering barred her door；
Stript off the case； and read the naked shield；
Now guessed a hidden meaning in his arms；
Now made a pretty history to herself
Of every dint a sword had beaten in it；
And every scratch a lance had made upon it；
Conjecturing when and where： this cut is fresh；
That ten years back； this dealt him at Caerlyle；
That at Caerleon； this at Camelot：
And ah God's mercy； what a stroke was there！
And here a thrust that might have killed； but God
Broke the strong lance； and rolled his enemy down；
And saved him： so she lived in fantasy。
How came the lily maid by that good shield
Of Lancelot； she that knew not even his name？
He left it with her； when he rode to tilt
For the great diamond in the diamond jousts；
Which Arthur had ordained； and by that name
Had named them； since a diamond was the prize。
For Arthur； long before they crowned him King；
Roving the trackless realms of Lyonnesse；
Had found a glen； gray boulder and black tarn。
A horror lived about the tarn； and clave
Like its own mists to all the mountain side：
For here two brothers； one a king； had met
And fought together； but their names were lost；
And each had slain his brother at a blow；
And down they fell and made the glen abhorred：
And there they lay till all their bones were bleached；
And lichened into colour with the crags：
And he； that once was king； had on a crown
Of diamonds； one in front； and four aside。
And Arthur came； and labouring up the pass；
All in a misty moonshine； unawares
Had trodden that crowned skeleton； and the skull
Brake from the nape； and from the skull the crown
Rolled 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
Heard murmurs； 'Lo； thou likewise shalt be King。'
Thereafter； when a King； he had the gems
Plucked from the crown； and showed them to his knights；
Saying； 'These jewels； whereupon I chanced
Divinely； are the kingdom's； not the King's
For public use： henceforward let there be；
Once every year； a joust for one of these：
For so by nine years' proof we needs must learn
Which is our mightiest； and ourselves shall grow
In use of arms and manhood； till we drive
The heathen； who； some say； shall rule the land
Hereafter； which God hinder。' Thus he spoke：
And eight years past； eight jousts had been； and still
Had Lancelot won the diamond of the year；
With purpose to present them to the Queen；
When all were won； but meaning all at once
To snare her royal fancy with a boon
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； 'ye know it。'
'Then will ye miss；' he answered； 'the great deeds
Of Lancelot； and his prowess in the lists；
A sight ye 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 yearned 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 ye 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 ye so wise？ ye were not once so wise；
My Queen； that summer； when ye loved me first。
Then of the crowd ye 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 allowed
Of all men： many a bard； without offence；
Has linked 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；
Hencefort