...And she came, wearing a flame-red silken tunic, and a massive collar of red gold round the girl's neck with precious pearls and rubies in it. Her head was yellower than the flowers of the broom; her flesh was whiter than the foam of the wave; her palms and fingers were whiter than the gushing spring. No eye was farier than hers, not even the eye of the mewed hawk nor the eye of the thrice-mewed falcon. Whiter than the breast of a white swan were her two breasts; redder than the foxglove were her cheeks. All who saw her became filled with love for her. Four white clover flowers would grow up in her footprints wherever she went; and hence she was called Olwen...

Welsh; author unknown; tenth-century original.
I. i.e. 'White Footprint.'