Verse 12
Sunday, 5. October 2008, 02:42:13
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
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derWandersmann # 5. October 2008, 03:45
Have you heard Loreena McKennitt's setting of it? The original one, not the shortened one. It makes me like Tennyson a little better.
I believe it can be found in her CD "The Visit".
ellinidata # 5. October 2008, 04:03
PainterWoman # 5. October 2008, 13:07
leazz # 5. October 2008, 15:34
musickna # 6. October 2008, 02:17
Hi, derWandersmann, yes, I've heard that version. It's very nicely done.