Guinevere would sit, amid the holly and the ivy, And there enthroned she’d hear the pleas of lovers vain and true. And there she’d sit serenely ‘neath the thorns upon the holly, the creepers of the ivy, and the bending boughs of yew. One day there came before her, ‘neath the holly and the ivy, An uncle and a nephew and the woman both did woo. Betrothed to the elder, but beloved of the younger And bitter thorns of holly grew between the two. The queen -- with rooted wisdom, like the holly and the ivy -- Said, “Lovers’ hearts will cling like vines no matter what they do. But blessed is the woman who accepts her wedded duty like the strong and supple branches of the bending yew.” And so she asked the uncle, ‘neath the holly and the ivy, Were he to have a choice, what day of wedding would he choose: To have a wife in summer, when all goodly things are growing, or to wait to take his lover ‘til the trees stood nude. The uncle cast his gaze amid the holly and the ivy, And greedily appraised the woman said to be his due. “My lady Queen, I’ll take her when the trees have bared their branches, And the nights are at their longest, and diversions few.” So Guinevere sat smiling, ‘midst the holly and the ivy, As maid and lover clung at what they thought was dreadful news. “My dear, you have your answer – you are free to wed your lover For this man has loosed the bonds that you could not undo. “For here where we are sitting, ‘neath the holly and the ivy, Is much the same in winter when the holly berries bloom. So go, and have my blessing ‘til the holly goes unclothed, and the creepers of the ivy, and the bending boughs of yew… These greenest boughs of holly, and of ivy, and of yew.”