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"Yea, shake! shake now and shiver! if you can Remember anything for agony, Pray you remember how when the wind ran One cool spring evening through fair aspen-tree,

"And elm and oak about the palace there, The king came back from battle, and I stood To meet him, with my ladies, on the stair, My face made beautiful with my young blood."

"Will she lie now. Lord God?""Remember too, Wrung heart, how first before the knights there came A royal bier, hung round with green and blue, About it shone great tapers with sick flame.

"And thereupon Lucius, the Emperor, Lay royal-robed, but stone-cold now and dead, Not able to hold sword or sceptre more, But not quite grim; because his cloven head

"Bore no marks now of Launcelot's bitter sword, Being by embalmers deftly solder'd up; So still it seem'd the face of a great lord, Being mended as a craftsman mends a cup.

"Also the heralds sung rejoicingly To their long trumpets; 'Fallen under shield, Here lieth Lucius, King of Italy, Slain by Lord Launcelot in open field.'

"Thereat the people shouted 'Launcelot!' And through the spears I saw you drawing nigh, You and Lord Arthur—nay, I saw you not, But rather Arthur, God would not let die,