And by love understands. I was blind. Now
I am borne beyond Time’s wisdom and that fear
Which moulds men’s justice. What am I, to speak
Pardon or condemnation? I am come
To humbleness that cries, “Father, forgive!
We know not what we did.” It is I that say,
“My Queen, forgive me.” Speak not any word.
Your eyes have spoken. Guenevere, I go
To battle. Give me your farewell.
Guenevere