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…The proper thesis of my themes! Iknow him? Still he answers: No! I know him not? Maybe—and lo! He is the one sole thing I know! Nay! who knows not is different From him that knows. Then be content ; Thou canst not alter the event!
…e listening Palamede bites through His thin white lips—what hoofs are those? Are they the Quest? How still and blue The sky is! Hush—God knows—God knows ! Then on a sudden in the midst of them Is a swart god, from hoof to girdle a goat, Upon his brow the twelve-star diadem And the King’s Collar fastened on his throat. Thrill upon thrill courseth through Palamede. Life, life, pure life is bubbling in his blood. All youth comes back, all strength, all joy indeed Flaming within that throbbing spirit-flood! 103
…ead, I will pursue this mystery. So help me Grace of Godlihead!” Ay! with thy wasted limbs pursue That subtle Beast home to his den! Who knows but thou mayst win athrough, Sir Palamede the Saracen?
…ing gladdened in the glade. He wrote himself a wanton ass, And to the sea his traces laid, Where many a wavelet on the glass His prowess knows. But deep and deep His futile feet in fury pass, 27
…ashes grey. Hereby Sir Palamede his quest Pursues withouten let or rest. Seeing the evil mountain be, Remembering all his evil years, He knows the Questing Beast runs free— Author of Evil, then, is he! Whereat immediate resounds The noise he hath sought so long: appears There quest a thirty couple hounds Within its belly as it bounds. Lifting his eyes, he sees at last The beast he seeks: ’tis like an hart. Ever it courseth far and fast. Sir Palamede is sore aghast, 35
She knows him, and black fears bedim Those eyes ; she offers to his gaze The blue-veined breasts that suckled him In childhood’s sweet and solemn days. Weeping she bares the holy womb! Shrieks out the mother’s last appeal : And reads irrevocable doom In those dread eyes of ice and steel. He winds his horn: his warriors pour In thousands on the fenceless foe; The sunset stains their hideous war With crimson bars of after-glow. He winds his horn : the night-stars leap To light ; upspring the sisters seven ; While answering flames illume the deep,…
…esteth he. Beneath him? Heareth he aright? He leaps to’s feet—a wonder shews: Steep dips a stairway from the light To what obscurity God knows. Still never a tremor shakes his soul (God praise thee, knight of adamant }) ; He plunges to that gruesome goal Firm as an old bull-elephant!
…nt of the quest ! And now the horrid height allows His mastery: day by day from crest To crest he hastens: faster fly His feet: his body knows not rest, Until with magic speed they ply Like oars the snowy waves, surpass In one day’s march the galaxy Of Europe’s starry mountain mass. “Now,” quoth he, “let me find the quest!” The Beast sterte up. Sir Knight, alas! Day after day they race, nor rest Till seven days were fairly done. Then doth the Questing Marvel crest The ridge: the knight is well outrun. Now, adding laughter to its din, Like some …
…, Careless of praise or orison, Simply determined. Wilt Thou launch (This knight's presumptuous head upon) The devastating avalanche? He knows too much, and cares too little! His wound is more than Death can staunch. He can avoid, though by one tittle, Thy surest shaft! And now the knight, Breasting the crags, may laugh and whittle Away the demon-club whose might Threatened him. Now he leaves the spur; And eager, with a boy’s delight,
…all is done. Burn them with me in fatal fire! For I have failed. All ways, each one I strove in, mocked me. If I quailed Or shirked, God knows. I have not won: That and no more I know. I failed.” King Arthur fell a-weeping. Then Merlin uprose, his face unveiled;