The Dolorous Stroke
IIt befell in the realm of Logris,
What time was deadly war,
That King Hurlame the Saracen
Wrought hard on King Labor.
He drew his sword for the Dolorous Stroke
Cleft thro' King Labor's helm:
Great pestilence did come therfor,—
Yea, deadly hurt to Logris' realm.
No grass, no corn, grew in the field;
No harvest gave it mirth.
Men called those lands, for the Dolorous Stroke,
The waste land of the earth.