Verse 16
Thursday, 9. October 2008, 15:12:44
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.
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.
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PainterWoman # 9. October 2008, 15:15
ellinidata # 9. October 2008, 17:02
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
I love this part!