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They swarm, they grow, they multiply; The strong knight’s brain goes all a-swim, Paced by that maddening minstrelsy, Those dog-like demons hunting him. The last bar breaks; the steel will snaps ; The black hordes riot in his brain ; A thousand threatening thunder-claps Smite him—insane—insane—insane |! His muscles roar with senseless rage; The pale knight staggers, deathly sick; Reels to the light that sorry sage, Sir Palamede the Lunatick.
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…n a plunging galleon Sir Palamede, a listless drone, Drifts desperately on—and on— And on—with heart and eyes of stone. The deep-scarred brain of him is healed With wind and sea and star and sun, The assoiling grace that God revealed For gree and bounteous benison. Ah! still he trusts the recreant brain, Thrown in a thousand tourney-justs ; Still he raves on in reason-strain With senseless “oughts” and fatuous “ musts.” “ All the delusions ” (argueth The ass), “all uproars, surely rise From that curst Me whose name is Death, Whereas the Questin…
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…wens, The nameless vermin he had gathered In those insufferable dens, The foul diseases he had fathered. So now the quest slips from his brain: “ First (Christ !) let me be clean again!” 83
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…He turns—the friendly folk are gone, Gone with his sumpter-mules and train Beyond the infinite horizon Of all he hopes to see again! His brain befooled, his pocket picked— How the Beast cachinnated then, Far from that doleful derelict Sir Palamede the Saracen |
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God’s angel, standing sinister, Unfurls this scroll—a sable stain : “Who wins the spur shall ply the spur Upon his proper heart and brain.” He gave the sign of malison On traitor knights and perjured men ; And ever by the sea rode on Sir Palamede the Saracen.
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…ea (every bone In all his body burns and aches) By speed to attain the dear Unknown, By force to achieve the great Beyond. Yet from that brain may spring full-grown Another folly just as fond. 51
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42 As suddenly Hell’s own disgust Eats up the joy he had of lust. The brutal glee his folly took For holy joy breaks down his brain. Off bolts the Beast: the earth is shook As out a questing roars again, As if a thirty couple hounds Are in its belly as it bounds ! The peasants gather to deride The knight: creation joins in mirth. Ashamed and scorned on every side, There gallops, hateful to the earth, The laughing-stock of beasts and men, Sir Palamede the Saracen.
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The knight spurs on, and soon espies A monster coursing on the plain. He hears the horrid questing rise And thunder in his weary brain. This time, to slay it or be slain! Too easy task! The charger gains Stride after stride with little pains Upon the lumbering, flapping thing. He stabs the lamb, and splits the brains Of that majestic-seeming king. He clips the wing and pares the claw— What turns to laughter all his joy, To wondering ribaldry his awe? The beast’s a mere mechanic toy, Fit to amuse an idle boy! 39
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…ning star. Soon by an arrow from the sea The Lady of Palamede is slain ; His son, in sally fighting free, Is struck through burgonet and brain.
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84 XXXII “Hal” cries the knight, “ may patient toil Of brain dissolve this cruel coil! In Afric they that chase the ostrich Clothe them with feathers, subtly foil Its vigilance, come close, then dart Its death upon it. Brave my heart! Do thus!” And so the knight disguises Himself, on hands and knees doth start His hunt, goes questing up and down. So in the fields the peasant clown Flies, shrieking, from that dreadful figure. But when he came to any town They caged him for a lunatic. Quod he: ‘‘ Would God I had the trick! The beast escaped from …
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Ah! what conclusion subtly draws From out this chaos of mad laws? Am I, the effect, as I, the cause? Nay, the brain reels beneath its swell Of pompous thoughts. Enough to tell That He is known Unknowable!” Thus did that knightly Saracen In Cantabrig’s miasmal fen Lecture to many learned men. So clamorous was their applause— “His mind” (said they) “is free of flaws: The Veil of God is thin as gauze! ”— That almost they had dulled or drowned The laughter (in its belly bound) Of that dread Beast he had not found. Nathless—although he would away— T…
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… Camelot! See, he swoops Down on the prey! The life-blood pours: The poison works : the breath implores Its livelong debt from heart and brain. Alas! poor stag, thy day is done! The gallant lungs gasp loud in vain: Thy life is spilt upon the plain. Sir Palamede is stricken numb As one who, gazing on the sun, Sees blackness gather. Blank and dumb, The good knight sees a thin breath come Out of his proper mouth, and dart Over the plain : he seeth it Sure by some black magician art Shape ever closer like an hart:
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…of his fool’s face! “ Ah, ’sdeath!” (quod he), “by thought and deed This brute for ever mocketh me. The lance is made a broken reed, The brain is but a barren tree— For all the beautiful Design Is but mine own geometry!” With that his wrath brake out like wine. He plunged his body in, and shattered The whole delusion asinine. All the false water-nymphs that flattered He killed with his resounding curse— O fool of God! as if it mattered! So, nothing better, rather worse, Out of the blue bliss of the pool Came dripping that inveterate fool!