The Camelotian QueenJoy! On Ostara's celebration,
Cupid's arrows hit and hissed;
They nicked my Queen with Love's damnation,
Struck me deep, while others missed;
There, underneath the skies we kissed
And Love bound Reason with his shot,
"O, I am tricked into temptation!"
Quoth my Queen from Camelot.Ere April ended, though, all keenly
Lit with love and lustrous light,
My Guinevere, advancing queenly,
Masked to meet the feastful night,
There made it clear that Cupid's flight
Against cold Reason mattered not,
When "Tonight I'll speak you cleanly,"
Quoth the Queen from Camelot.No joy, no more... my blood was lumping,
When the fatal words she saith
And so my trembling heart still pumping
Heralded my body's death;
Aye, thus I smoked and burned my breath,
I passed the pain, yet naught forgot,
And now my restless ghost, still grumping,
Haunts the Queen from Camelot.