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So that day there was dole in Astolat。
But when the next sun brake from underground；
Then； those two brethren slowly with bent brows
Accompanying； the sad chariot…bier
Past like a shadow through the field； that shone
Full…summer； to that stream whereon the barge；
Palled all its length in blackest samite； lay。
There sat the lifelong creature of the house；
Loyal； the dumb old servitor； on deck；
Winking his eyes； and twisted all his face。
So those two brethren from the chariot took
And on the black decks laid her in her bed；
Set in her hand a lily； o'er her hung
The silken case with braided blazonings；
And kissed her quiet brows； and saying to her
'Sister； farewell for ever；' and again
'Farewell； sweet sister；' parted all in tears。
Then rose the dumb old servitor； and the dead；
Oared by the dumb； went upward with the flood
In her right hand the lily； in her left
The letterall her bright hair streaming down
And all the coverlid was cloth of gold
Drawn to her waist； and she herself in white
All but her face； and that clear…featured face
Was lovely； for she did not seem as dead；
But fast asleep； and lay as though she smiled。
That day Sir Lancelot at the palace craved
Audience of Guinevere； to give at last；
The price of half a realm； his costly gift；
Hard…won and hardly won with bruise and blow；
With deaths of others； and almost his own；
The nine…years…fought…for diamonds： for he saw
One of her house； and sent him to the Queen
Bearing his wish； whereto the Queen agreed
With such and so unmoved a majesty
She might have seemed her statue； but that he；
Low…drooping till he wellnigh kissed her feet
For loyal awe； saw with a sidelong eye
The shadow of some piece of pointed lace；
In the Queen's shadow； vibrate on the walls；
And parted； laughing in his courtly heart。
All in an oriel on the summer side；
Vine…clad； of Arthur's palace toward the stream；
They met； and Lancelot kneeling uttered； 'Queen；
Lady； my liege； in whom I have my joy；
Take； what I had not won except for you；
These jewels； and make me happy； making them
An armlet for the roundest arm on earth；
Or necklace for a neck to which the swan's
Is tawnier than her cygnet's： these are words：
Your beauty is your beauty； and I sin
In speaking； yet O grant my worship of it
Words； as we grant grief tears。 Such sin in words
Perchance； we both can pardon： but； my Queen；
I hear of rumours flying through your court。
Our bond； as not the bond of man and wife；
Should have in it an absoluter trust
To make up that defect： let rumours be：
When did not rumours fly？ these； as I trust
That you trust me in your own nobleness；
I may not well believe that you believe。'
While thus he spoke； half turned away； the Queen
Brake from the vast oriel…embowering vine
Leaf after leaf； and tore； and cast them off；
Till all the place whereon she stood was green；
Then； when he ceased； in one cold passive hand
Received at once and laid aside the gems
There on a table near her； and replied：
'It may be； I am quicker of belief
Than you believe me； Lancelot of the Lake。
Our bond is not the bond of man and wife。
This good is in it； whatsoe'er of ill；
It can be broken easier。 I for you
This many a year have done despite and wrong
To one whom ever in my heart of hearts
I did acknowledge nobler。 What are these？
Diamonds for me！ they had been thrice their worth
Being your gift； had you not lost your own。
To loyal hearts the value of all gifts
Must vary as the giver's。 Not for me！
For her！ for your new fancy。 Only this
Grant me； I pray you： have your joys apart。
I doubt not that however changed； you keep
So much of what is graceful： and myself
Would shun to break those bounds of courtesy
In which as Arthur's Queen I move and rule：
So cannot speak my mind。 An end to this！
A strange one！ yet I take it with Amen。
So pray you； add my diamonds to her pearls；
Deck her with these； tell her； she shines me down：
An armlet for an arm to which the Queen's
Is haggard； or a necklace for a neck
O as much faireras a faith once fair
Was richer than these diamondshers not mine
Nay； by the mother of our Lord himself；
Or hers or mine； mine now to work my will
She shall not have them。'
Saying which she seized；
And； through the casement standing wide for heat；
Flung them； and down they flashed； and smote the stream。
Then from the smitten surface flashed； as it were；
Diamonds to meet them； and they past away。
Then while Sir Lancelot leant； in half disdain
At love； life； all things； on the window ledge；
Close underneath his eyes； and right across
Where these had fallen； slowly past the barge。
Whereon the lily maid of Astolat
Lay smiling； like a star in blackest night。
But the wild Queen； who saw not； burst away
To weep and wail in secret； and the barge；
On to the palace…doorway sliding； paused。
There two stood armed； and kept the door； to whom；
All up the marble stair； tier over tier；
Were added mouths that gaped； and eyes that asked
'What is it？' but that oarsman's haggard face；
As hard and still as is the face that men
Shape to their fancy's eye from broken rocks
On some cliff…side； appalled them； and they said
'He is enchanted； cannot speakand she；
Look how she sleepsthe Fairy Queen； so fair！
Yea； but how pale！ what are they？ flesh and blood？
Or come to take the King to Fairyland？
For some do hold our Arthur cannot die；
But that he passes into Fairyland。'
While thus they babbled of the King； the King
Came girt with knights： then turned the tongueless man
From the half…face to the full eye； and rose
And pointed to the damsel； and the doors。
So Arthur bad the meek Sir Percivale
And pure Sir Galahad to uplift the maid；
And reverently they bore her into hall。
Then came the fine Gawain and wondered at her；
And Lancelot later came and mused at her；
And last the Queen herself； and pitied her：
But Arthur spied the letter in her hand；
Stoopt； took； brake seal； and read it； this was all：
'Most noble lord； Sir Lancelot of the Lake；
I； sometime called the maid of Astolat；
Come； for you left me taking no farewell；
Hither； to take my last farewell of you。
I loved you； and my love had no return；
And therefore my true love has been my death。
And therefore to our Lady Guinevere；
And to all other ladies； I make moan：
Pray for my soul； and yield me burial。
Pray for my soul thou too； Sir Lancelot；
As thou art a knight peerless。'
Thus he read；
And ever in the reading； lords and dames
Wept； looking often from his face who read
To hers which lay so silent； and at times；
So touched were they； half…thinking that her lips；
Who had devised the letter； moved again。
Then freely spoke Sir Lancelot to them all：
'My lord liege Arthur； and all ye that hear；
Know that for this most gentle maiden's death
Right heavy am I； for good she was and true；
But loved me with a love beyond all love
In women； whomsoever I have known。
Yet to be loved makes not to love again；
Not at my years； however it hold in youth。
I swear by truth and knighthood that I gave
No cause； not willingly； for such a love：
To this I call my friends in testimony；
Her brethren； and her father； who himself
Besought me to be plain and blunt； and use；
To break her passion； some discourtesy
Against my nature： what I could； I did。
I left her and I bad her no farewell；
Though； had I dreamt the damsel would have died；
I might have put my wits to some rough use；
And helped her from herself。'
Then said the Queen
（Sea was her wrath； yet working after storm）
'Ye might at least have done her so much grace；
Fair lord； as would have helped her from her death。'
He raised his head； their eyes met and hers fell；
He adding；
'Queen； she would not be content
Save that I wedded her； which could not be。
Then might she follow me through the world； she asked；
It could not be。 I told her that her love
Was but the flash of youth； would darken down
To rise hereafter in a stiller flame
Toward one more worthy of herthen would I；
More specially were he； she wedded； poor；
Estate them with large land and territory
In mine own realm beyond the narrow seas；
To keep them in all joyance： more than this
I could not； this she would not； and she died。'
He pausing； Arthur answered； 'O my knight；
It will be to thy worship； as my knight；
And mine； as head of all our Table Round；
To see that she be buried worshipfully。'
So toward that shrine which then in all the realm
Was richest； Arthur leading； slowly went
The marshalled Order of their Table Round；
And Lancelot sad beyond his wont； to see
The maiden buried； not as one unknown；
Nor meanly； but with gorgeous obsequies；
And mass； and rolling music； like a queen。
And when the knights had laid her comely head
Low in the dust of half…forgotten kings；
Then Arthur spake among them； 'Let her tomb
Be costly； and her image thereupon；
And let the shield of Lancelot at her feet
Be carven； and her lily in her hand。
And let the story of her dolorous voyage
For all true hearts be blazoned on her tomb
In letters gold and azure！' which was wrought
Thereafter