And in the wild woods of Broceliande,Before an oak, so hollow,...

And in the wild woods of Broceliande,

Before an oak, so hollow, huge and old

It looked a tower of ivied masonwork…



Then, in one moment, she put forth the charm

Of woven paces and of waving hands,

And in the hollow oak he lay as dead,

And lost to life and use and name and fame.

-Tennyson, Merlin and Viviane

Viviane by thegryph