The Lady of Shalott |
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The Lady of
Shalott, 1888. |
And down the river's dim expanse Like some bold seer in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance- With a glassy countenance Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Alfred, Lord Tennyson |
Like the ever moving waters, some artists strike a cord in your heart. So it is for me when I gaze upon paintings by Waterhouse. This one stirs my romantic nature. If you have not noticed by now, the romance of the distant past, be it real or imagined, draws me like a moth to flame.
Linger if you care to, or continue on your way. The story is just begun and the tale promises to be a unending one. Through these paths the era of brave knights, beautiful ladies, dragons and wizards, unicorns and faeries will unfold.
Created December, 1997
Copyright,1997 by Guennevere
All rights reserved by the authors
Mortals and Fae have disappeared into the dust of the Faerie Rings