The End Of Camelot

We quoted from Idylls Of The King here.

Other lines from the same poem bear comparison with Poul Anderson's History of Technic Civilization, e.g.:

For now I see the true old times are dead,

 But now the whole Round Table is dissolv’d

“The old order changeth, yielding place to new,
And God fulfils himself in many ways,
Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.

 And, as an expression of aspiration:

But now farewell. I am going a long way
With these thou seëst—if indeed I go	65
(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	70
And bowery hollows crown’d with summer sea,
Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.”