The Song of Dagonet
Arthur's jester, heaven-born fool,
What folly brings you riding
Far away from Caerleön?—
While your feather in the pool
Nods and beckons to your hiding
Otherself that calls you on,—
Leave the jousting! Break the quest!
Leave to Palamidés
The death-thrust by the heron-pool
At Glatisant the deathly beast.
All can fight as need is;
Only one can play the fool,—