Monday, March 31, 2008

Half life

Photo: Central coast hiterland

Musing:
From The Lady of Shallot by Alfred Lord Tennyson
"There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott."

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