Tag: poetry

blossomteatime:

I am all obsessed with 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.”