Wednesday, June 12, 2013

How I Feel at the Moment


37   There she weaves by night and day
38   A magic web with colours gay.
39   She has heard a whisper say,
40   A curse is on her if she stay
41       To look down to Camelot.
42   She knows not what the curse may be,
43   And so she weaveth steadily,
44   And little other care hath she,
45       The Lady of Shalott
109 She left the web, she left the loom,
          110 She made three paces thro' the room,
          111 She saw the water-lily bloom,
          112 She saw the helmet and the plume,
          113     She look'd down to Camelot.
          114 Out flew the web and floated wide;
          115 The mirror crack'd from side to side;
          116 "The curse is come upon me," cried
          117     The Lady of Shalott. 

The Lady of Shalott  by Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1842

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(The Lady of Shalott painted by John William Waterhouse and poem (an extract) by Alfred Lord Tennyson from here)

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