An excerpt from one of the loveliest poems ever to exist :
Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."
-Alfred Tennyson
P/S : Thoughts being strewn asunder and toyed around with the little fingers in an untouched frame. So near yet so far. I am starting to think adages are getting the better of me now.
Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."
-Alfred Tennyson
P/S : Thoughts being strewn asunder and toyed around with the little fingers in an untouched frame. So near yet so far. I am starting to think adages are getting the better of me now.
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