Vivien

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

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