Tuesday 29 November 2011

The Lady of Shalott. . .

Tennyson's poem, John William Waterhouse (1849-1917)
"And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to the left and right--
The leaves upon her falling light--
Thro' the noises of the night
She floated down to Camelot:"

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