Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The Lady of Shalott by John William Waterhouse

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right--
The leaves upon her falling light--
Thro' the noises of the night
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

The Lady of Shalott
Alfred Lord Tennyson

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