Like some rare queen of old romance
Who loved the gleam of helm and lance
Is she.
A harper of King Arthur's days
Should praise her in a hundred lays:
The queen of Love and Chivalry -
O Dieu te garde, mon coeur, ma vie.
And crown-wise plaited is her hair,
No crown of woven gold more fair
Could be.
And very queen-like, too, the smile
That lightens every little while
A face too fair for men to see,
O Dieu te garde, mon coeur, ma vie.
She is not over kind, I know;
The queens were gracious long ago,
Ah me!
Queen Guenevere would give a kiss
Ofttimes to Launcelot, I wis -
I would that I were loved as he!
O Dieu te garde, mon coeur, ma vie,
Song Ii
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: hair, kiss, romance, smile, wise, king, long, face, gold, gracious, love, I love you, crown, queen, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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