Twixt the sunlight and the shade Float up memories of my maid God remember Guendolen. Gold or gems she did not wear But her yellow rippled hair Like a veil, hid Guendolen. Twixt the sunlight and the shade My rough hands so strangely made Folded Golden Guendolen. Hands used to grip the sword hit hard Framed her face, while on the sward Tears fell down from Guendolen. Guendolen now speaks no word Hands fold round about the sword Now no more of Guendolen. Only 'twixt the light and shade Floating memories of my maid Make me pray for Guendolen.
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- by William Morris (1834 - 1896) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Arnold Edward Trevor Bax, Sir (1883 - 1953), "Golden Guendolen", subtitle: "A Pre-Raphaelite Song", 1905. [text verified 1 time]
- by Mary Grant Carmichael (1851 - 1935), "Golden Gwendolen", published 1880 [voice and piano], London [text not verified]
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