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Bedivere Contemplates Camelot

Arthur is gone and Camelot will fade,
Like stars at dawn, from mundane memory;
And I, alone, will ponder what was made,
And what was lost, and what may never be.
Yet I am glad deep fear did not disturb
The dream into a nightmare at its start
And hopeful that our waking will not curb
Visions with equal beauty to impart.
The world needs bold imagination, not
A cowering fear that dreams can only last
A little while, like crumbling Camelot
Which falls and merges with the hidden past.
For dreams retain some vital mystery
Beyond their vestiges in history.
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Copyright 1990 Alan Lupack and used here with his permission.