My love, my faire, I dream of thee br Thine softest smile, golden haire br br All things mine would I forsake br Of thy love might I partake br br Faire Gwendolyn, easily, would I spurn br This broken kingdom sure return br br My king, betrayal, I would not have shown br Had thy beauty then been known br br And now with greate sorrow do I behold br Thy sweet love and fairness untold br br Your servant in all things, Lancelotbr br James Jarrettbr br