Monday, April 13, 2015

Four images: Find Your Muse

"The Lady of Shalott"

( Alfred Lord Tennyson)

....And down the river’s dim expanse,              
Like some bold seër in a trance               
Seeing all his own mischance--
With a glassy countenance              
 Did she look to Camelot.              
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 left and right--               
The leaves upon her falling light--
Through 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.               
Heard a carol, mournful, holy,              
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,               
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,               
 Turned to towered Camelot.               
For ere she reached upon the tide 
   The first house by the water-side,               
Singing in her song she died,               
 The Lady of Shalott.

"Midas and the Touch of Gold"

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