Launcelot

Elaine,

Deep in the heart of me, humbly and purely,

I thank you for your love, for your sweet love;

Sweet as a flower it is to my sore spirit.

But I am one who, could I give such love

As should be yours, the love that blesses both

In the meeting lips of innocence, the love

That’s honour, faith, truth—must be changed to what

I am not. Did you know——

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Elaine

Elaine

I only know

That if you will not love me, I must die.

Launcelot

Launcelot

Let the months pass, and you shall smile at this.

Life’s yet for you in the young leaf, Elaine,

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