Lancelot's Plea For Guinnevere

Of your skin of snow in radiant glow
Pleasures my heart in blissful flow
How it is such rosy kiss
In vexed occasion your skin in bliss

How your hand of caressed cloud
To be thy spouse my nature’s proud
You pristine hand I’ll hold forever
Or death it is, thy hand or never

Of your eye in sea’s blooming peace
I ought to see, my heart is pleased
That iris of yours is nature’s delight
Glows like stars in darkest night

Lips so scarlet so vivid so velvet
A thing I see when childhood’s met
How lucid it is so harmonious and serene
In autumn’s peace, a regarded pristine

Thy face I watched in eternal time
No woman would be yours would be prime
I ought the day to hold thy face
So silken so smooth of sapphire lace

How I sought that day to come
To eat with thee in nature’s plum