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The woods are hushed�察�their music is no more��
The leaf is dead�察�the yearning past away��
New leaf�察�new lifethe days of frost are o'er��
New life�察�new love�察�to suit the newer day��
New loves are sweet as those that went before��
Free lovefree fieldwe love but while we may。;

   'Ye might have moved slow´measure to my tune��
Not stood stockstill。  I made it in the woods��
And heard it ring as true as tested gold。'

   But Dagonet with one foot poised in his hand��
'Friend�察�did ye mark that fountain yesterday
Made to run wine��but this had run itself
All out like a long life to a sour end
And them that round it sat with golden cups
To hand the wine to whosoever came
The twelve small damosels white as Innocence��
In honour of poor Innocence the babe��
Who left the gems which Innocence the Queen
Lent to the King�察�and Innocence the King
Gave for a prizeand one of those white slips
Handed her cup and piped�察�the pretty one��
;Drink�察�drink�察�Sir Fool�察─�and thereupon I drank��
Spatpishthe cup was gold�察�the draught was mud。'

   And Tristram�察�'Was it muddier than thy gibes��
Is all the laughter gone dead out of thee��
Not marking how the knighthood mock thee�察�fool
;Fear God�此 �honour the Kinghis one true knight
Sole follower of the vows;for here be they
Who knew thee swine enow before I came��
Smuttier than blasted grain�此 �but when the King
Had made thee fool�察�thy vanity so shot up
It frighted all free fool from out thy heart��
Which left thee less than fool�察�and less than swine��
A naked aughtyet swine I hold thee still��
For I have flung thee pearls and find thee swine。'

   And little Dagonet mincing with his feet��
'Knight�察�an ye fling those rubies round my neck
In lieu of hers�察�I'll hold thou hast some touch
Of music�察�since I care not for thy pearls。
Swine�拭 �I have wallowed�察�I have washedthe world
Is flesh and shadowI have had my day。
The dirty nurse�察�Experience�察�in her kind
Hath fouled mean I wallowed�察�then I washed
I have had my day and my philosophies
And thank the Lord I am King Arthur's fool。
Swine�察�say ye�拭�swine�察�goats�察�asses�察�rams and geese
Trooped round a Paynim harper once�察�who thrummed
On such a wire as musically as thou
Some such fine songbut never a king's fool。'

   And Tristram�察�'Then were swine�察�goats�察�asses�察�geese
The wiser fools�察�seeing thy Paynim bard
Had such a mastery of his mystery
That he could harp his wife up out of hell。'

   Then Dagonet�察�turning on the ball of his foot��
'And whither harp'st thou thine�拭�down� �and thyself
Down� �and two more�此 �a helpful harper thou��
That harpest downward�  �Dost thou know the star
We call the harp of Arthur up in heaven��'

   And Tristram�察�'Ay�察�Sir Fool�察�for when our King
Was victor wellnigh day by day�察�the knights��
Glorying in each new glory�察�set his name
High on all hills�察�and in the signs of heaven。'

   And Dagonet answered�察�'Ay�察�and when the land
Was freed�察�and the Queen false�察�ye set yourself
To babble about him�察�all to show your wit
And whether he were King by courtesy��
Or King by rightand so went harping down
The black king's highway�察�got so far�察�and grew
So witty that ye played at ducks and drakes
With Arthur's vows on the great lake of fire。
Tuwhoo� �do ye see it�拭�do ye see the star��'

   'Nay�察�fool��' said Tristram�察�'not in open day。'
And Dagonet�察�'Nay�察�nor will�此 �I see it and hear。
It makes a silent music up in heaven��
And I�察�and Arthur and the angels hear��
And then we skip。'  'Lo�察�fool��' he said�察�'ye talk
Fool's treason�此 �is the King thy brother fool��'
Then little Dagonet clapt his hands and shrilled��
'Ay�察�ay�察�my brother fool�察�the king of fools��
Conceits himself as God that he can make
Figs out of thistles�察�silk from bristles�察�milk
From burning spurge�察�honey from hornet´combs��
And men from beastsLong live the king of fools��'

   And down the city Dagonet danced away��
But through the slowly´mellowing avenues
And solitary passes of the wood
Rode Tristram toward Lyonnesse and the west。
Before him fled the face of Queen Isolt
With ruby´circled neck�察�but evermore
Past�察�as a rustle or twitter in the wood
Made dull his inner�察�keen his outer eye
For all that walked�察�or crept�察�or perched�察�or flew。
Anon the face�察�as�察�when a gust hath blown��
Unruffling waters re´collect the shape
Of one that in them sees himself�察�returned��
But at the slot or fewmets of a deer��
Or even a fallen feather�察�vanished again。

   So on for all that day from lawn to lawn
Through many a league´long bower he rode。  At length
A lodge of intertwisted beechen´boughs
Furze´crammed�察�and bracken´rooft�察�the which himself
Built for a summer day with Queen Isolt
Against a shower�察�dark in the golden grove
Appearing�察�sent his fancy back to where
She lived a moon in that low lodge with him��
Till Mark her lord had past�察�the Cornish King��
With six or seven�察�when Tristram was away��
And snatched her thence�察�yet dreading worse than shame
Her warrior Tristram�察�spake not any word��
But bode his hour�察�devising wretchedness。

   And now that desert lodge to Tristram lookt
So sweet�察�that halting�察�in he past�察�and sank
Down on a drift of foliage random´blown��
But could not rest for musing how to smoothe
And sleek his marriage over to the Queen。
Perchance in lone Tintagil far from all
The tonguesters of the court she had not heard。
But then what folly had sent him overseas
After she left him lonely here�拭�a name��
Was it the name of one in Brittany��
Isolt�察�the daughter of the King�拭 �'Isolt
Of the white hands' they called her�此 �the sweet name
Allured him first�察�and then the maid herself��
Who served him well with those white hands of hers��
And loved him well�察�until himself had thought
He loved her also�察�wedded easily��
But left her all as easily�察�and returned。
The black´blue Irish hair and Irish eyes
Had drawn him homewhat marvel�拭�then he laid
His brows upon the drifted leaf and dreamed。

   He seemed to pace the strand of Brittany
Between Isolt of Britain and his bride��
And showed them both the ruby´chain�察�and both
Began to struggle for it�察�till his Queen
Graspt it so hard�察�that all her hand was red。
Then cried the Breton�察�'Look�察�her hand is red��
These be no rubies�察�this is frozen blood��
And melts within her handher hand is hot
With ill desires�察�but this I gave thee�察�look��
Is all as cool and white as any flower。'
Followed a rush of eagle's wings�察�and then
A whimpering of the spirit of the child��
Because the twain had spoiled her carcanet。

   He dreamed�察�but Arthur with a hundred spears
Rode far�察�till o'er the illimitable reed��
And many a glancing plash and sallowy isle��
The wide´winged sunset of the misty marsh
Glared on a huge machicolated tower
That stood with open doors�察�whereout was rolled
A roar of riot�察�as from men secure
Amid their marshes�察�ruffians at their ease
Among their harlot´brides�察�an evil song。
'Lo there��' said one of Arthur's youth�察�for there��
High on a grim dead tree before the tower��
A goodly brother of the Table Round
Swung by the neck�此 �and on the boughs a shield
Showing a shower of blood in a field noir��
And therebeside a horn�察�inflamed the knights
At that dishonour done the gilded spur��
Till each would clash the shield�察�and blow the horn。
But Arthur waved them back。  Alone he rode。
Then at the dry harsh roar of the great horn��
That sent the face of all the marsh aloft
An ever upward´rushing storm and cloud
Of shriek and plume�察�the Red Knight heard�察�and all��
Even to tipmost lance and topmost helm��
In blood´red armour sallying�察�howled to the King��

   'The teeth of Hell flay bare and gnash thee flat��
Lo� �art thou not that eunuch´hearted King
Who fain had clipt free manhood from the world
The woman´worshipper�拭 �Yea�察�God's curse�察�and I��
Slain was the brother of my paramour
By a knight of thine�察�and I that heard her whine
And snivel�察�being eunuch´hearted too��
Sware by the scorpion´worm that twists in hell��
And stings itself to everlasting death��
To hang whatever knight of thine I fought
And tumbled。  Art thou King�拭�Look to thy life��'

   He ended�此 �Arthur knew the voice�察�the face
Wellnigh was helmet´hidden�察�and the name
Went wandering somewhere darkling in his mind。
And Arthur deigned not use of word or sword��
But let the drunkard�察�as he stretched from horse
To strike him�察�overbalancing his bulk��
Down from the causeway heavily to the swamp
Fall�察�as the crest of some slow´arching wave��
Heard in dead night along that table´shore��
Drops flat�察�and after the great waters break
Whitening for half a league�察�and thin themselves��
Far over sands marbled with moon and cloud��
From less and less to nothing�察�thus he fell
Head´heavy�察�then the knights�察�who watched him�察�roared
And shouted and leapt down upon the fallen��
There trampled out his face from being known��
And sank his head in mire�察�and slimed themselves��
Nor heard the King for their own cries�察�but sprang
Through open doors�察�and swording right and left
Men�察�women�察�on their sodden faces�察�hurled
The tables over and the wines�察�and slew
Till all the rafters rang with woman´yells��
And all the pavement streamed with massacre��
Then�察�echoing yell with yell�察�they fired the tower��
Which half that autumn night�察�like the live North��
Red´pulsing up through Alioth and Alcor��
Made all above it�察�and a hundred meres
About it�察�as the water Moab saw
Came round by the East�察�and out beyond them flushed
The long low dune�察�and lazy´plunging sea。

   So all the ways were safe from shore to shore��
But in the heart of Arthur pain was lord。

   Then�察�out of Tristram waking�察�the red dream
Fled with a shout�察�and that low lodge returned��
Mid´forest�察�and the wind among the boughs。
He whistled his good warhorse left to graze
Among the forest greens�察�vaulted upon him��
And rode beneath an ever´showering leaf��
Till one lone woman�察�weeping near a cross��
Stayed him。  'Why weep ye��'  'Lord��' she said�察�'my man
Hath left me or is dead��' whereon he thought
'What�察�if she hate me now�拭�I would not this。
What�察�if she love me still�拭�I would not that。
I know not what I would'but said to her��
'Yet weep not thou�察�lest�察�if thy mate return��
He find thy favour changed and love thee not'
Then pressing day by day through Lyonnesse
Last in a roky hollow�察�belling�察�heard
The hounds of Mark�察�and felt the goodly hounds
Yelp at

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