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 Only 'twixt the light and shade

Floating memories of my maid

Make me pray for Guendolen.

I kiss thee, new-found name; but I will never go:

Your hands need never grip the hammer'd sword again,

But all my golden hair shall ever round you flow,

Between the light and shade from Golden Guendolen.

Afterwards, in the Palace

I took my armour off,

Put on king's robes of gold,

Over her kirtle green

The gold fell fold on fold.

, out of hell

''Guendolen ! Guendolen !''

One lock of hair!

I am so glad, for every day

He kisses me much the same way

As in the tower; under the sway

Of all my golden hair.

We rode throughout the town,

A gold crown on my head,

Through all the gold-hung streets,

"Praise God!" the people said.