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Lancelot and Gawaine
Two women loved a poet. One was dark, Luxuriant with the beauty of the south, A heart of fire—and this one he forsook. The other slender, tall, with wide gray eyes, Who loved him with a still intensity That made her heart a shrine—to her he clave, And he was faithful to her to the end. And when the poet died, a song was found Which he had writ, of Launcelot and Gawaine; And when the women read it, one cried out: "Where got he Launcelot? Gawaine I know— He drew that picture from a looking-glass— Sleek, lying, treacherous, golden-tongued Gawaine!" The other, smiling, murmured "Launcelot!"
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