Τρίτη, 3 Μαρτίου 2015

A Version Of "The Lady Of Shalott"

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

                                                                             - Alfred, Lord Tennyson-

                                                                                                                        (1842)












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Ψηλόμεσο jean: H&M




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