Arthurian Miscellania

Thereat the dwarf peer'd curiously up Into his master's face, andseeing naught Unusual in its kingly grace, had turn'd, But turning,caught the echo of a sigh, And knew his arrow reach'd KingArthur's heart. Thereafter fell a silence on the twain And Arthurmus'd as sadly as before On hopes that had been his in long-pastdays When he had plann'd the healing of the world. Slow past amorning hour until at last A momentary vagrant breeze, that thro'The high, unlatticed, open window swept, Tost aimlessly an earlywither'd leaf Into the kingly lap.