Glimpses Of Enchantment
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. #georgian
Source : http://zsazsabellagio.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-wo
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