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26. Jun 2006

The Lady of Shalott

The Lady of Shalott

          Down the river's dim expanse—	 
     Like some bold seer 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—	 
     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.

Maleri af John William Waterhouse, efter Tennysons digt.