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Golden Guendolen, ‘A Pre Raphaelite Song’
source:
William Morris
Twixt the sunlight and the shade
Float up memories of my maid
God remember Guendolen.
Gold or gems she did not wear
But her yellow rippled hair
Like a veil, hid Guendolen.
Twixt the sunlight and the shade
My rough hands so strangely made
Folded Golden Guendolen.
Hands used to grip the sword hit hard
Framed her face, while on the sward
Tears fell down from Guendolen.
Guendolen now speaks no word
Hands fold round about the sword
Now no more of Guendolen.
Only 'twixt the light and shade
Floating memories of my maid
Make me pray for Guendolen.
Float up memories of my maid
God remember Guendolen.
Gold or gems she did not wear
But her yellow rippled hair
Like a veil, hid Guendolen.
Twixt the sunlight and the shade
My rough hands so strangely made
Folded Golden Guendolen.
Hands used to grip the sword hit hard
Framed her face, while on the sward
Tears fell down from Guendolen.
Guendolen now speaks no word
Hands fold round about the sword
Now no more of Guendolen.
Only 'twixt the light and shade
Floating memories of my maid
Make me pray for Guendolen.
