~Morgaine to Gwydion~
O, do not turn away
And never cast your sweet eyes down;
O, read it in my face
That here is naught to be undone;
A priestess of the Goddess,
Of lords I have not one;
You do me no dishonour
My solace to have won.
For gentleness is free,
It is a banner of renown;
Of noble charity
There is no cheapness can be shown.
Only a jealous cowan
Our sacrament would shun;
You do me no dishonour
My solace to have won.
O, singing, feasting, dancing,
The joy that is love's crown:
With these our Blessed Lady
Has charged us, every one.
Her cup of wine of life
Calls us to this transformation;
You do me no dishonour
My solace to have won.
O, do not turn away
And never cast your sweet eyes down.
O, read it in my face
That here is naught to be undone.
A priestess of the Goddess,
Of lords I have not one.
You do me no dishonour
My solace to have won.
Rosamunde del Shore A.S. XXXV
