"But to be with you still and see your face,
to
serve you and to follow you thr'o the World"
From Lancelot and Elaine
Alfred Lord Tennyson
And the sick man forgot her simple blush,
Would call her friend and sister, sweet Elaine,
Would listen for her coming and regret
Her parting step, and held her tenderly,
And loved her with all love except the love
Of man and woman when they love their best,
Closest and sweetest, and had died the death
In any knightly fashion for her sake.
