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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAIZE by WILLIAM WHITEMAN FOSDICK SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY CHRIST TO HIS SPOUSE by WILLIAM BALDWIN A CHILD ASLEEP by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE GUEST by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR PUTTING OFF, THE ARMOR by ALICE CARY A CHILD TASTES THE LOVELINESS OF LIFE AND FASHIONS A NEW DREAM by GRACE STONE COATES |