Her eyes under their lashes were blue pools br Fringed round with lilies; her bright hair unfurled br Clothed her as sunshine clothes the summer world. br Her robes were gauzes -- gold and green and gules, br All furry things flocked round her, from her hand br Nibbling their foods and fawning at her feet. br Two peacocks watched her where she made her seat br Beside a fountain in Broceliande. br Sometimes she sang. . . . Whoever heard forgot br Errand and aim, and knights at noontide here, br Riding from fabulous gestes beyond the seas, br Would follow, tranced, and seek . . . and find her not . . . br But wake that night, lost, by some woodland mere, br Powdered with stars and rimmed with silent trees.