Dorothy Parker

Guinevere at Her Fireside

A nobler king had never breath–
I say it now, and said it then.
Who weds with such is wed till death
And wedded stays in Heaven. Amen.
 
(And oh, the shirts of linen-lawn,
And all the armor, tagged and tied,
And church on Sundays, dusk and dawn.
And bed a thing to kneel beside!)
 
The bravest one stood tall above
The rest, and watched me as a light.
I heard and heard them talk of love;
I’d naught to do but think, at night.
 
The bravest man has littlest brains;
That chalky fool from Astolat
With all her dying and her pains!-
Thank God, I helped him over that.
 
I found him not unfair to see–
I like a man with peppered hair!
And thus it came about. Ah, me,
Tristram was busied otherwhere....
 
A nobler king had never breath–
I say it now, and said it then.
Who weds with such is wed till death
And wedded stays in Heaven. Amen.
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