Richard

Verse 3

Friday, September 26, 2008 12:17:13 AM

The Lady of Shalott, Snape, poetry, Tennyson, sailboat, England, photography

By the margin, willow veil'd,
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?[/COLOR]

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Comments

LéazzBabyJay99 # Friday, September 26, 2008 2:11:51 AM

Richardmusickna # Friday, September 26, 2008 2:27:39 AM

Homowhistlestopursus # Friday, September 26, 2008 4:58:03 AM

My, my but isn't life full of delightful coincidences if we court them!
I just spent my day looking for Star Trek tng 6th season on my bicycle in silicon valley listening to Loreena McKennitt's CD "Live in Paris and Toronto."
As for your optimism about mankind, a scientist told me that since there was no irrefutable proof that greenhouse gas was causing it, so that it must be sunspots.
I am putting you on my friends list, please let me know if you'd rather I didn't.

Richardmusickna # Friday, September 26, 2008 12:02:01 PM

Life often beings these neat little moments of synchronicity.

I am very happy to join your friends list.