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TO CAMELOT, WITH RIME

from The Walk


this is the final hour
sunned by the aching day
and towers are erected
the eventide to stay.
the sky in ruin broken
by sands of yellow time;
but I shall keep abiding
to camelot, with rime.

the gardens nude and shaken
devoid of rudest gleam;
we went on merry dancing
without the seraphim,
and mortared heaven’s forest
so nymphs are none to see
the crowning of man’s glory
that is catastrophe.

the faeries sing of lightning
and I see amethyst
down in the raindrop dancing
within the dell and mist;
and when this insurrection
will take my vital spark,
in gladness I behold him:
the God of the skylark.






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