Guinevere; She wore a robe of linen dyed gold, she wore gold about her neck and on her wrists, while her springing red hair was trapped by a circle of gold. She looked like a goddess.
Bernard Cornwell, Enemy of God
L a n c e l o t & G u i n e v e r e
As she fled fast thro’ sun and shade, the happy winds upon her play’d, blowing the ringlet from the braid. She look’d so lovely, as she sway’d, the rein with dainty finger-tips. A man had given all other bliss, and all his worldly worth for this, to waste his whole heart in one kiss upon her perfect lips.
— Alfred, Lord Tennyson