. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. n and woman when they love their best,Closest and sweetest, and had died the deathIn any knightly fashion for her peradventure had he seen her firstShe might have made this and that other worldAnother world for the sick man ; but nowThe shackles of an old love straitend him, 870 His honor rooted in dishonor stood,And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true. LANCELOT AND ELAINE S03 Yet the great knight in his mid-sickness made Full many a holy vow and pure re-solve. These, as but born of sickness, couldnot live ; For when the bloo
. The poetic and dramatic works of Alfred lord Tennyson. n and woman when they love their best,Closest and sweetest, and had died the deathIn any knightly fashion for her peradventure had he seen her firstShe might have made this and that other worldAnother world for the sick man ; but nowThe shackles of an old love straitend him, 870 His honor rooted in dishonor stood,And faith unfaithful kept him falsely true. LANCELOT AND ELAINE S03 Yet the great knight in his mid-sickness made Full many a holy vow and pure re-solve. These, as but born of sickness, couldnot live ; For when the blood ran lustier in himagain, Full often the bright image of oneface, Making a treacherous quiet in hisheart, Dispersed his resolution like a cloud. Then if the maiden, while that ghostlygrace 880 Beamd on his fancy, spoke, he an-swerd not, Or short and coldly, and she knewright well What the rough sickness meant, butwhat this meant She knew not, and the sorrow dimmdher sight, And drave her ere her time across thefields Far into the rich city, where alone. • Day by day she pastIn either twilight ghost-like to and fro 5°4 IDYLLS OF THE KING She murmurd, Vain, in vain ! it cannot will not love me. How then? must I die ?Then as a little helpless innocent bird,That has but one plain passage of few notes, 890 Will sing the simple passage oer and oerFor all an April morning, till the earWearies to hear it, so the simple maidWent half the night repeating, Must I die ?And now to right she turnd, and now to left,And found no ease in turning or in rest;And • Him or death, she mutterd, 1 death or him,Again and like a burthen, Him or death. But when Sir Lancelots deadly hurt was whole,To Astolat returning rode the morn by morn, arraying her sweet self 901 In that wherein she deemd she lookd her best,She came before Sir Lancelot, for she thought,If I be loved, these are my festal robes,If not, the victims flowers before he Lancelot ever prest upon the maidThat s
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