Back to top

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,—