Madison Cawein - A Guinevere lyrics

Sullen gold down all the sky, In the roses sultry musk; Nightingales hid in the dusk Yonder sob and sigh. You are here; and I could weep, Weep for joy and suffering. "Where is he?" He'd have me sing;— There he sits asleep. Think not of him! he is dead For the moment to us twain; He were dead but for this pain Drumming in my head. "Am I happy?" Ask the fire When it bursts its bounds and thrills Some mad hours as it wills If those hours tire. He had gold. As for the rest— Well you know how they were set, Saying that I must forget, And 'twas for the best. I forget! but let it go!— Kiss me as you did of old. There! your kisses are not cold! Can you love me so, Knowing what I am to him Sitting in his gouty chair On the breezy terrace where Amber fire-flies swim? "Yes?"—Your cheek a tear-drop wets, But your kisses on my lip Fall as warm as bees that sip Sweets from violets. See! the moon has risen white As this bursten lily here Rocking on the dusky mere Like a silent light. Let us walk. We soon must part— All too soon! but he may miss! Give me but another kiss; It will heat my heart And the bitter winter there. So; we part, my Launcelot, My true knight! and am I not Your true Guinevere? Oft they parted thus they tell In that mystical romance. Were they placed, think you, perchance, For such love in hell? No! it can not, can not be! Love is God and God is love, And they live and love above, Guinevere and he! I must go now. See! there fell, Molten into purple light, One wild star. Kiss me good-night; And, once more, farewell!