And down they ran, Her damsels, crying to their lady, 'Lo! And so, leave given, straight on thro' open door Rode Gawain, whom she greeted courteously. 'Dead, is it so?' she ask'd. 'Ay, ay,' said he, 'And oft in dying cried upon your name.' 'Pity on him,' she answer'd, 'a good knight; But never let me bide one hour at peace.' 'Ay,' thought Gawain, and you be fair enow: But I to your dead man have given my troth, 'That whom ye loathe, him will I make you love.' So those three days, aimless about the land, Lost in a doubt, Pelleas wandering Waited, until the third night brought a moon With promise of large light on woods and ways. Hot was the night and silent; but a sound Of Gawain ever coming, and this layWhich Pelleas had heard sung before the Queen, And seen her sadden listening-vext his heart, And marr'd his rest-'A worm within the rose.' 'A rose, but one, none other rose had I, A rose, one rose, and this was wondrous fair, One rose, a rose that gladden'd earth and sky, One rose, my rose, that sweeten'd all mine airI cared not for the thorns; the thorns were there. 'One rose, a rose to gather by and by, This tender rhyme, and evermore the doubt, 'Why lingers Gawain with his golden news?' So shook him that he could not rest, but rode Ere midnight to her walls, and bound his horse Hard by the gates. Wide open were the gates, And no watch kept; and in thro' these he past, And heard but his own steps, and his own heart Beating, for nothing moved but his own self, And his own shadow. Then he crost the court, And spied not any light in hall or bower, But saw the postern portal also wide Yawning; and up a slope of garden, all Of roses white and red, and brambles mixt And overgrowing them, went on, and found, Here too, all hush'd below the mellow moon, Save that one rivulet from a tiny cave Came lightening downward, and so spilt itself Then was he ware of three pavilions rear'd Froz'n by sweet sleep, four of her damsels lay: Bound on her brow, were Gawain and Ettarre. Back, as a hand that pushes thro' the leaf Creep with his shadow thro' the court again, And so went back, and seeing them yet in sleep Said, 'Ye, that so dishallow the holy sleep, Your sleep is death,' and drew the sword, and thought, 'What! slay a sleeping knight? the King hath bound And sworn me to this brotherhood;' again, 'Alas that ever a knight should be so false.' And forth he past, and mounting on his horse Stared at her towers that, larger than themselves In their own darkness, throng'd into the moon. Then crush'd the saddle with his thighs, and clench'd His hands, and madden'd with himself and moan'd: 'Would they have risen against me in their blood At the last day? I might have answer'd them Even before high God. O towers so strong, Huge, solid, would that even while I gaze The crack of earthquake shivering to your base Split you, and Hell burst up your harlot roofs Bellowing, and charr'd you thro' and thro' within, Black as the harlot's heart-hollow as a skull ! Let the fierce east scream thro' your eyelet-holes, And whirl the dust of harlots round and round In dung and nettles! hiss, snake—I saw him there— Let the fox bark, let the wolf yell. Who yells Here in the still sweet summer night, but I— I, the poor Pelleas whom she call'd her fool? Fool, beast-he, she, or I? myself most fool; Beast too, as lacking human wit—disgraced, Love?—we be all alike: only the King I never loved her, I but lusted for her- He dash'd the rowel into his horse, And bounded forth and vanish'd thro' the night. Then she, that felt the cold touch on her throat, Awaking knew the sword, and turn'd herself To Gawain: Liar, for thou hast not slain But he by wild and way, for half the night, |