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"And So Sir Palamides Departed With Great Heaviness"


        

            

              
                

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 "And So Sir Palamides Departed With Great Heaviness"

            

            

              
                
                                            
                                    
                                              

                      from: Aldebaran   (Pp. 27 - 28)                       1917
                  

                              

            


                        

                

	"And So Sir Palamides Departed With Great Heaviness."

	 Malory viii., 32.

              

                  



      

        


        

          Sick at the heart I ride

To seek death far and wide:

And I have little doubt

That in each battle-rout

I'll see the fighting out.



My arm is stout to ward

Any but Tristram's sword,--

It will not fail in the fight;

But the grief-haunted night

Knoweth my sorry plight.



Had it been mine to please

Her, I had conquered these:

Now my heart lieth dead,

And for the fight ahead

Body must do instead.



It will not do to win

If Tristram enters in,

But 'twill do for God's torment still,

And all His measureless ill,

And it will do to kill.



Yet it may hap indeed,

That in my utmost need,

When body too shall be

All broken utterly

Christ will remember me.