Golden Gwendolen

Twixt the sunlight and the shade

Float up memories of my maid

God remember Guendolen.

Gold or gems she did not wear

But her yellow rippled hair

Like a veil, hid Guendolen.

Twixt the sunlight and the shade

My rough hands so strangely made

Folded Golden Guendolen.

Hands used to grip the sword hit hard

Framed her face, while on the sward

Tears fell down from Guendolen.

Guendolen now speaks no word

Hands fold round about the sword

Now no more of Guendolen.

Only 'twixt the light and shade

Floating memories of my maid

Make me pray for Guendolen.