GOD rest the Lady Guenevere, For much hath He required. God rest the Lady Guenevere, For surely she is tired. If, in the hidden rosery It was so white and red, Was it not grey in Aymesbury Till the bells rang her dead? God rest her eyes, whereon Love wrote His golden Masque, until The vision of the Doomsday smote And smouldered longer still. God rest her weary golden head, For it was fair to see! The queen of lovers, she is dead, And for her soul pray we. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLUE AND THE GRAY by FRANCIS MILES FINCH GROVER CLEVELAND by JOEL BENTON RUSSIA by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK A GLORY GONE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: THE TWO VOICES by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |