THE COMING OF ARTHUR. LEODOGRAN, the King of Cameliard, Had one fair daughter, and none other child; And she was fairest of all flesh on earth, Guinevere, and in her his one delight. For many a petty king ere Arthur came Ruled in this isle, and ever waging war And still from time to time the heathen host And so there grew great tracts of wilderness, Whorein the beast was over more and more, But man was less and less, till Arthur came. And thro' the puissance of his Table Round, Drew all their potty princedoms under him, Their king and head, and made a realm, and reign'd. And thus the land of Cameliard was waste, Thick with wet woods, and many a beast therein, And none or few to scare or chase the beast ; And over and anon the wolf would steal |