Arthur with all his knights around
sleep the sweet sleep of time
under the green hills of Avalon;
this we believe; this comforts us.
We’ll call them when we need them..
unless, the sharp cold dark night-mists of time
make men forget to spell their children’s minds.
And not only knights, they say,
but all his court, to rise at time of need;
poets, singers, clowns and wise men too;
all sleep the sweet sleep of those
who know what waking is.
Tread the green hills of Avalon
on a balmy summer night
and the faintest sound of horse
snorting in its sweet-hay sleep
should send you back to tell the tale
to those who must one day know
just when to wake the sleeping court
before it’s then too late: wake,
golden; spurred; invincible like truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Sleepng the sweet sleep of time ' - - - ah if only Arthur could awaken now what would he and his court think of the state of this earth! - - yet another sequel maybe Michael? ? - - meanwhile a lullaby verse of infinite worth - - for a special someone no doubt.... thank you for sharing and best wishes from Fay....xx