Thursday, January 19, 2017

The old order changeth, yielding place to new

The Passing of Arthur

Alfred Tennyson, 1st Baron (1809–92)
From “Idylls of the King”
THEN saw they how there hove a dusky barge,
Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern,
Beneath them; and descending they were ware
That all the decks were dense with stately forms,
Black-stol’d, black-hooded, like a dream—by these
Three Queens with crowns of gold: and from them rose
A cry that shiver’d to the tingling stars,
And, as it were one voice, an agony
Of lamentation, like a wind that shrills
All night in a waste land, where no one comes,
Or hath come, since the making of the world.
Then murmur’d Arthur, “Place me in the barge.”
So to the barge they came. There those three Queens
Put forth their hands, and took the King, and wept.
But she, that rose the tallest of them all
And fairest, laid his head upon her lap,
And loos’d the shatter’d casque, and chaf’d his hands,
And call’d him by his name, complaining loud,
And dropping bitter tears against a brow
Strip’d with dark blood: for all his face was white
And colorless, and like the wither’d moon
Smote by the fresh beam of the springing east;
And all his greaves and cuisses dash’d with drops
Of onset; and the light and lustrous curls—
That made his forehead like a rising sun
High from the dais-throne—were parch’d with dust;
Or, clotted into points and hanging loose,
Mix’d with the knightly growth that fringed his lips.
So like a shatter’d column lay the King;
Not like that Arthur who, with lance in rest,
From spur to plume a star of tournament,
Shot thro’ the lists at Camelot, and charged
Before the eyes of ladies and of kings.
Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere:
“Ah! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go?
Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes?
For now I see the true old times are dead,
When every morning brought a noble chance,
And every chance brought out a noble knight.
Such times have been not since the light that led
The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh.
But now the whole Round Table is dissolv’d
Which was an image of the mighty world,
And I, the last, go forth companionless,
And the days darken round me, and the years,
Among new men, strange faces, other minds.”
And slowly answer’d Arthur from the barge:
“The old order changeth, yielding place to new,
And God fulfils himself in many ways,
Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me?
I have liv’d my life, and that which I have done
May He within himself make pure! but thou,
If thou shouldst never see my face again,
Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice
Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
For what are men better than sheep or goats
That nourish a blind life within the brain,
If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer
Both for themselves and those who call them friend?
For so the whole round earth is every way
Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
But now farewell. I am going a long way
With these thou seëst—if indeed I go
(For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)—
To the island-valley of Avilion;
Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow,
Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies
Deep-meadow’d, happy, fair with orchard lawns
And bowery hollows crown’d with summer sea,
Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.”
So said he, and the barge with oar and sail
Mov’d from the brink, like some full-breasted swan
That, fluting a wild carol ere her death,
Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood
With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere
Revolving many memories, till the hull
Look’d one black dot against the verge of dawn,
And on the mere the wailing died away.


  1. Went looking for last night's thread and was informed that no such thread existed . . .

    1. Seems to be there least viewed from way out West.


  2. I'm back and catching up. That Tuesday cartoon was hilarious!

    I read Good Omens some years ago. Really enjoyed it, although I don't usually get humor. My favorite passage was where four members of the Apocalypse motorcycle club walk into a restaurant and see four cyclists they don't know wearing their colors. They naturally engage the other four in conversation and gradually come to realize that these are, in fact, no less than the original Four Motorcyclists of the Apocalypse. At which point the human leader makes the only possible comment: "Gor'bly'me! Whatcher ridin?"

    1. That's a stand out part for me too.

      Did you have a good trip?

    2. Yes, I'd call it a good trip. Enjoyed the con even though I spent 16 hours volunteering. But that simply consisted of sitting in the Quiet Room in case something came up. The night after the con was over my friend and I had a a very good dinner at Legal Test Kitchen, topped off by a 1995 vintage Port.

  3. Re Trumps comment about providing health care for everyone. He was also quoted as saying his plan will be simpler, cheaper, and better than Obamacare. I have seen no less than three articles, including one in the New England Journal of Medicine pointing out that single payer is the only plan that meets those criteria. Maybe Trump will actually propose something like single-payer, although he won't call it that. It would be interesting to see exactly how orthodox Republicans respond.
    Of course, we know from experience that what Trump says one day is no real guide to what he will do the next.

    1. I am going to be MOST INTERESTED to see who gives way--Trump or the GOP congresscritters. I could see it going either way. What if Trump were to bludgeon them into Medicare for all? Think of the ramifications...
      If he acts quickly he could do it while they still fear being twitterized; that won't last forever.


  4. Re the adjective form of "Venus." If we went back to the Latin roots, it would be Venereal. But I think the main reason it is officially Venusian is that so few people know enough Latin to make the connection.

    1. That's probably true. Venusian *sounds* right.

    2. It sounds right because we are accustomed to it--like "bass" for barse (the fish). Lately pronouncing "military" as "MIL-i-TREE" (modern British) rather than "mil-i-TARE-ee" (North American, old British pronunciation) has been sounding more "right" to me. Trying to stamp it out!


    3. On the other hand, it is tempting to NOT stamp it out, for the sake of confusing people...
      No way I can learn and maintain the "Canadian rising" vowels, though. It's an interesting idea, but I would need too much reinforcement (which is not available). Listening to samples of Canadian accents from across the country recently, I noticed that the only person maintaining the complete Mary-marry-merry distinction was a member of the native Anglophone community in Quebec.


    4. I'm all in favor of British pronunciations, though the only one I use unconsciously (unselfconsciously?) without thinking about it is placing the stress on the second syllable of controversy. Can't imagine why. It's just something I do. It drives my family crazy BTW.