Guinevere by Alfred Lord Tennyson Queen Guinevere had fled the court, and sat There in the holy house at Almesbury Weeping, none with her save a little maid, A novice: one low light betwixt them burn'd Blurr'd by the creeping mist, for all abroad, Beneath a moon unseen albeit at full, The white mist, like a face cloth to the face, Clung to the dead earth, and the land was still.