>>39185858By mountain and by winter sea
Rode the din of shield and sword.
'Till Arthur's Table, men by men
All fell about their lord.
Then bold Bedivere, seeing his liege
With wound too deep to heal
Bore the king by light of moon
To a chapel near the field.
Then said the king, "Take now my sword
And with what strength you can
Into the deepest water, fling
Excalibur, my brand."
With all the strength that he could find
To land he knew not where
Bedivere cast the royal blade
In the morning twilight air.
So fell the brand Excalibur
But then, there rose a hand
Up from waters dark and deep
It caught the mighty brand.
Three times it wield Excalibur
And through the air it gleamed
Then to waters black it sank
No more to be seen.
Behold, a dusky barge appeared
Through shadow, moving on
King Arthur, breathing hard, then said,
"'Tis time that I were gone."
"Place me in the barge," he said
So to the barge they came
Three gentle maids stretched out their hands
And called the king by name.
"Now, I am alone, my king!"
Bedivere loudly cried
"Wither shall I go, my king?
Now our world has died."
There long stood Sir Bedivere
In sadness, looking on
Until the ship was one black dot
Against the verge of dawn.
