He liked these women: they were dressed in black with full skirts, and white, stiff caps which brought to his mind the wimples of the nuns....

The vassals looked at her askance; she drew Her wimple closer, and deceived their gaze, Until the gate of Tormalot was passed, And she was out upon the lonely moor.

Lo, there came a breeze That loosed the wimple bound about thy locks And dropped it on the waves.

Therewith the lady lowered the wimple from her face and King Arthur perceived that it was the Lady of the Lake.

And, wrapping o'er her head a wimple, dark As her dark gown, crept down the castle steps.