Tennyson, Alfred Lord - Morte d'Arthur - Then loudly cried the bold Sir Belvedere
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Alfred, Lord Tennyson – from Morte d'Arthur
Then loudly cried the bold Sir Belvedere
'Ah, my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go?
Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes?
For now I see the true old times are dead
When every morning brought a noble chance
And every chance brought out a noble knight
Such times have been not since the light that led
The Holy Elders with the gift of myrrh
But now the whole Round Table is dissolved
Which was an image of the mighty world
And I, the last, go forth companionless
And the days darken round me, and the years
Among new men, strange faces, other minds.