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Poor Irus' faithful wolf-dog here I lie, That wont to tend my old blind master's steps, His guide and guard: nor, while my service lasted, Had he occasion for that staff, with which He now goes picking out his path in fear Over the highways and crossings; but would plant, Safe in the conduct of my friendly string, A firm foot forward still, till he had reach'd His poor seat on some stone, nigh where the tide Of passers by in thickest confluence flow'd: To whom with loud and passionate laments From morn to eve his dark estate he wail'd.
Nor wail'd to all in vain: some here and there, The well-disposed and good, their pennies gave. I meantime at his feet obsequious slept; Not all-asleep in sleep, but heart and ear Prick'd up at his least motion; to receive At his kind hand ray customary crums, And common portion in his feast of scraps; Or when night warn'd us homeward, tired and spent With our long day and tedious beggary.
Whereat he slowly turn'd and slowly clomb The last hard footstep of that iron crag; Thence mark'd the black hull moving yet, and cried, "He passes to be King among the dead, And after healing of his grievous wound He comes again; but if he come no more O me, be yon dark Queens in yon black boat, Who shriek'd and wail'd, the three whereat we gazed On that high day, when, clothed with living light, They stood before his throne in silence, friends Of Arthur, who should help him at his need?"
Us both they basely mockt and handled -Us both they basely mockt and handled Was I there with blood bedabbled -all with blood was I bedabbled Gushing grievous from . . . gushing grievous from his dear side, . . . . . . . . . -when his ghost he had uprendered. . . . . . . . . . -How on that hill . . . . . . . . . -have I throwed . . . . . . . . . -dole the direst. . . . . . . . . . -All day viewed I hanging . . . . . . . . . -the God of hosts . . . . . . . . . -Gloomy and swarthy . . . . . . . . . -clouds had cover'd . . . . . . . . . -the corse of the Waldend.* . . . . . . . . . -O'er the sheer shine-path . . . . . . . . . -shadows fell heavy . . . . . . . . . -wan 'neath the nelkin . . . . . . . . . -wept all creation . . . . . . . . . -wail'd the fall of their king.
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