Verse 11
Saturday, 4. October 2008, 02:03:13
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, burning bright,
Moves over still Shalott.
















BabyJay99 # 4. October 2008, 02:13
musickna # 4. October 2008, 02:58
PainterWoman # 4. October 2008, 03:47
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ellinidata # 5. October 2008, 04:05