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"The old order changeth, yielding place to new” 1 On that cold night Sir Bedivere looked long Into the dawnlight where three Queens gold-crowned 2 With Arthur passed at last into the West And the sun rose, but not upon the King Then in the silence of the raw new year A masterless knight turned unto the hills And after wanderings there took the cowl And among new faces told the beads of worlds For us – our old year too is someone’s new With quiet grace and faith we pass from view 1 This line appears both in “The Coming of Arthur” and in “The Passing of Arthur” in Tennyson’s Idylls of the King, framing the arcing narrative. 2 The three Queens, too, appear in “The Coming of Arthur” and in “The Passing of Arthur.” They are perhaps symbols of faith, hope, and charity from 1 Corinthians.
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
Idylls of a Servant
"The old order changeth, yielding place to new” 1 On that cold night Sir Bedivere looked long Into the dawnlight where three Queens gold-crowned 2 With Arthur passed at last into the West And the sun rose, but not upon the King Then in the silence of the raw new year A masterless knight turned unto the hills And after wanderings there took the cowl And among new faces told the beads of worlds For us – our old year too is someone’s new With quiet grace and faith we pass from view 1 This line appears both in “The Coming of Arthur” and in “The Passing of Arthur” in Tennyson’s Idylls of the King, framing the arcing narrative. 2 The three Queens, too, appear in “The Coming of Arthur” and in “The Passing of Arthur.” They are perhaps symbols of faith, hope, and charity from 1 Corinthians.
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 2:41 PM UTC
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