“A slow and hollow bell began to sound
Somewhere above them, and the world became
For Lancelot one wan face — Guinevere's face.
"When the bell rings, it rings for you to go,"
She said; "and you are going ... I am not.
Think of me always as I used to be,
All white and gold — for that was what you called
me.
You may see gold again when you are gone;
And I shall not be there." — He drew her nearer
To kiss the quivering lips that were before him
For the last time. "No, not again," she said;
"I might forget that I am not alone . . .
I shall not see you in this world again,
But I am not alone. No, . . . not alone.
We have had all there was, and you were kind —
Even when you tried so hard once to be cruel.
I knew it then .... or now I do. Good-bye."
He crushed her cold white hands and saw them
falling
Away from him like flowers into a grave.

When she looked up to see him, he was gone;
And that was all she saw till she awoke
In her white cell, where the nuns carried her
With many tears and many whisperings.
"She was the Queen, and he was Lancelot,"
One said. " They were great lovers. It is not
good
To know too much of love. We who love God
Alone are happiest. Is it not so, Mother?" —
"We who love God alone, my child, are safest,"
The Mother replied; "and we are not all safe
Until we are all dead. We watch, and pray.”