The Round Table

 THE ROUND TABLE 

 Psalm 89:15

"Blessed is the people that know the joyful sound: they shall walk, O LORD, in the light of thy countenance."

 

Morte d'Arthur

BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON

So all day long the noise of battle roll'd

Among the mountains by the winter sea;

Until King Arthur's table, man by man,

Had fallen in Lyonnesse about their Lord,

King Arthur: then, because his wound was deep,

The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him,

Sir Bedivere, the last of all his knights,

And bore him to a chapel nigh the field,

A broken chancel with a broken cross,

That stood on a dark strait of barren land.

On one side lay the ocean, and on one

Lay a great water, and the moon was full.