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"I did not sleep long, feeling that in sleep I did some loved one wrong, so that the sun Had only just arisen from the deep Still land of colours, when before me one

"Stood whom I knew, but scarcely dared to touch, She seemed to have changed so in the night; Moreover she held scarlet lilies, such As Maiden Margaret bears upon the light

"Of the great church walls, natheless did I walk Through the fresh wet woods, and the wheat that morn, Touching her hair and hand and mouth, and talk Of love we held, nigh hid among the corn.

"Back to the palace, ere the sun grew high, We went, and in a cool green room all day I gazed upon the arras giddily. Where the wind set the silken kings a-sway.

"I could not hold her hand, or see her face; For which may God forgive me! but I think, Howsoever, that she was not in that place." These memories Launcelot was quick to drink;

And when these fell, some paces past the wall. There rose yet others, but they wearied more, And tasted not so sweet; they did not fall So soon, but vaguely wrenched his strained heart sore

In shadowy slipping from his grasp; these gone, A longing followed; if he might but touch That Guenevere at once! Still night, the lone Grey horse's head before him vex'd him much.