The Defence of Guenevere and Other Poems Poem Text

The Defence of Guenevere and Other Poems Poem Text

The Defence of Guenevere (Excerpt)

But, knowing now that they would have her speak,


She threw her wet hair backward from her brow,


Her hand close to her mouth touching her cheek,


As though she had had there a shameful blow,


And feeling it shameful to feel ought but shame


All through her heart, yet felt her cheek burned so,

She must a little touch it; like one lame


She walked away from Gauwaine, with her head


Still lifted up; and on her cheek of flame



The tears dried quick; she stopped at last and said:


"O knights and lords, it seems but little skill

To talk of well-known things past now and dead.

- William Morris

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