THEY told me in their shadowy phrase, Caught from a tale gone by, That Arthur, King of Cornish praise, Died not, and would not die. Dreams had they, that in fairy bowers Their living warrior lies, Or wears a garland of the flowers That grow in Paradise. I read the rune with deeper ken, And thus the myth I trace: -- A bard should rise, mid future men, The mightiest of his race. He would great Arthur's deeds rehearse On gray Dundagel's shore; And so the King in laurell'd verse Shall live, and die no more! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 25 by JAMES JOYCE PEDANTIC LITERALIST by MARIANNE MOORE CONTRA MORTEM: THE STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO THE MEMORY OF INEZ MILHOLLAND by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MARTHA WASHINGTON by SIDNEY LANIER SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PAULINE BARRETT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |