Dagonet
You come to me for guidance? That’s a queerAnomaly, to ask an aged manWhat course in Life he recommends, what planOf conduct,—ask the King, or Bedivere....The King is dead? Oh, I recall,—last yearIt was; and Bedivere, last of the clanTo follow, like a tired veteranObeyed the hand that beckoned from the mere.Yes, I remember now: in CamelotWhen Life was wrapped about us like a flameHow we enjoyed the zeal of Arthur’s rule.But that was long ago. And there is notA thing to say, because it was with shameI saw the King seek counsel of his fool.HERBERT W. HARTMAN, JR.
You come to me for guidance? That’s a queerAnomaly, to ask an aged manWhat course in Life he recommends, what planOf conduct,—ask the King, or Bedivere....The King is dead? Oh, I recall,—last yearIt was; and Bedivere, last of the clanTo follow, like a tired veteranObeyed the hand that beckoned from the mere.Yes, I remember now: in CamelotWhen Life was wrapped about us like a flameHow we enjoyed the zeal of Arthur’s rule.But that was long ago. And there is notA thing to say, because it was with shameI saw the King seek counsel of his fool.HERBERT W. HARTMAN, JR.
You come to me for guidance? That’s a queerAnomaly, to ask an aged manWhat course in Life he recommends, what planOf conduct,—ask the King, or Bedivere....The King is dead? Oh, I recall,—last yearIt was; and Bedivere, last of the clanTo follow, like a tired veteranObeyed the hand that beckoned from the mere.Yes, I remember now: in CamelotWhen Life was wrapped about us like a flameHow we enjoyed the zeal of Arthur’s rule.But that was long ago. And there is notA thing to say, because it was with shameI saw the King seek counsel of his fool.
You come to me for guidance? That’s a queer
Anomaly, to ask an aged man
What course in Life he recommends, what plan
Of conduct,—ask the King, or Bedivere....
The King is dead? Oh, I recall,—last year
It was; and Bedivere, last of the clan
To follow, like a tired veteran
Obeyed the hand that beckoned from the mere.
Yes, I remember now: in Camelot
When Life was wrapped about us like a flame
How we enjoyed the zeal of Arthur’s rule.
But that was long ago. And there is not
A thing to say, because it was with shame
I saw the King seek counsel of his fool.
HERBERT W. HARTMAN, JR.
HERBERT W. HARTMAN, JR.