Verse 6
Monday, September 29, 2008 2:29:22 AM
And moving through a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott.















Angelikiellinidata # Monday, September 29, 2008 3:31:04 AM
for some reason the visual combination with poetry goes so much further...
thanks!
PainterWoman # Monday, September 29, 2008 1:22:38 PM
Richardmusickna # Monday, September 29, 2008 4:09:02 PM