Lynned monologue — Arthur : $b A tragedy

Yet Not there he died, though hurt to death: in his arms Sir Bedivere upbore him to a mere Deep in the hills. There the King bade him ride To Amesbury--ride swift and tell the Queen, How, ere he died, he had sent words of love, Of old, long love to Launcelot overseas; With his life’s blood his secret heart gushed out In love for Launcelot and his Queen. With that Sir Bedivere departed; but so loth That soon he came again, and lo! the King Was no more there, but in the place was sound He knew not whether of water or in the air, A music new to mortals, and the smell As of flowers floating through the dark, as if The passing of that spirit sweetened earth. And he remembered how it was foretold That three sad Queens should fetch King Arthur home Across the water of Avalon to his rest.