GOD rest the Lady Guenevere, For much hath He required. God rest the Lady Guenevere, For surely she is tired. If, in the hidden rosery It was so white and red, Was it not grey in Aymesbury Till the bells rang her dead? God rest her eyes, whereon Love wrote His golden Masque, until The vision of the Doomsday smote And smouldered longer still. God rest her weary golden head, For it was fair to see! The queen of lovers, she is dead, And for her soul pray we. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON LADY POLTAGRUE: A PUBLIC PERIL by HILAIRE BELLOC BEFORE A PAINTING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMOS SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GEORGE MOORE by MARIANNE MOORE CAPUT MORTUUM by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BUCOLIC COMEDY: KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID by EDITH SITWELL |