literature series → gwenhwyfar
then, in the boyhood of the year,
sir lancelot and queen guinevere
rode thro’ the coverts of the deer,
with blissful treble ringing clear.
she seem’d a part of joyous spring:
a gown of grass-green silk she wore,
buckled with golden clasps before;
a light-green tuft of plumes she bore
closed in a golden ring.
as she fled fast thro’ sun and shade,
the happy winds upon her play’d
blowing the ringlet from the braid:
she look’d so lovely, as she sway’d
the rein with dainty finger-tips,
a man had given all other bliss,
and all his worldly worth for this,
to waste his whole heart in one kiss
upon her perfect lips.
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