Dec 13, 2012

LOVING TENNYSON

The Lady of Shallot
~ Alfred Lord Tennyson ~


On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road runs by
            To many-towered Camelot; 
And up and down the people go, 
Gazing where the lilies blow 
Round an island there below,
            The island of Shalott.