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WEEPING AVALON
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To Avalon, the sorrowed isle,
Let the barge in mourning glide.
In veils and weeds of sable flow,
A lord’s attendants weep and bide.
By weary waters’ mirrored style
The world’s bereaved and darkens, so.
Weeping
Avalon prepare
The
king of shining towers’ bier
Sing
the dirge’s plaintive air
Cross
the sombre-ruffled mere.
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From Camelot, the shining tower,
Let the clocks be snuffed tonight.
In dimming of the wuthered fire,
The stricken court is dowsed of light.
By sighing eve and blighted hour,
Death encompass Mordred’s ire.
Weeping
Avalon perceive,
The
king of golden ages’ sleeps.
Play
the role that shall deceive
Mourners
watching by the deeps.
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From Merlin’s cave, the golden age,
Let the crystal gloaming shine.
Tintagel waits in quiet frame
For these centuries of thine
To write it large on mythic page,
So score it now in Arthur’s name.
Weeping
Avalon arise,
And
guide the king to silent rest.
Legend
waits behind his eyes,
Embrace
him, island of the blessed.
Hold
him near you grieving queens,
Clasp
the hour’s opaque façade-
Sleep
while memory yet greens,
In
death’s uncertain being, starred.
Weeping Avalon
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