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Musing on Camelot and Avalon

Musing on Camelot and Avalon
I dreamed you stood before me, Guenevere,
And I was Launcelot, your heart's most dear.
But when of Arthur, him I thought upon
Who loved us both so well, and how anon
There fell from lips of that most envious peer,
Sir Agrivain, the word we came to fear,–
And now that iron face turned deathly wan:–

Then seemed I to repent me of our sin
The which we gave up earth and heaven for.
We knew no greater joy than love to win.
And love was rooted deep in our heart's core!
But honor fights back to an origin,
And there are gods we cannot long ignore.