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.
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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