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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=527013" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lady Of Shallot: Mirror Mind Exposed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">interesting no one ever sees <br>our Lady of Shallot mystery<br>is spoken of like a fairy lady<br>even her name unknown remains </div><div style="margin:10px 0">woman sitting in looming isolation cloistered<br>view casement window is even near untouched <br>veil prototype Mona Lisa not pictured framed <br>not seen at her window looking out landscaped </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the Lady of Shallot never sees direct world near at hand <br>from cloistered distance what is felt smelt touched real<br>her mirror hangs upon a wall events it tells yearly small<br>shadows of life reversed seen mirrored move are framed...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">within her mirror within in mind <br>upon her loom in still frozen time<br>she weaves life distant glimpsed <br>when passions rise fate will chime</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she threads scenes <br>life she never knows <br>through casement window closed<br>allowed seen only shadow world </div><div style="margin:10px 0">she threads her season passing scenes <br>ordinary exquisite life she never knows <br>reflections through casement window closed<br>to see puppet shows shift shadow cast world...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">looking out through mirror the mirror image is the world<br>still life tapestry fascinating she is weaving mirror imaged<br>do we also see only mirror images as life rivers flow past? <br>upon what fleeting moments will our own life die be cast? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the Lady of Shallot suffers from a mysterious curse<br>she must continually weave her loom images shadows<br>without ever looking directly out at world dangers<br>what strange change daily scenes her mirror reflects</div><div style="margin:10px 0">by her island the busy road the people of Camelot pass <br>what is her looming curse she avoids but never knows? <br>dangers lurk looking out near window Yes? No? Yes? <br>Is it...? Love? Love or risk of love? Love slays souls? ... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is love a danger that foul may slay a young maiden's heart? <br>What light ignites eyes at first sight a love for Sir Lancelot? <br>Love is a swooning fascinating risk can it kill young heart? <br>Love kills young innocence that first love the first love lost? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">a tower secluded by water and height may well fall at night<br>a shield sparkled on the long yellow field a red-cross knight<br>an illicit love affair like a silver bugle calls blue purple night <br>a constellation of stars is offset by path bearded meteor bright</div><div style="margin:10px 0">red yellow silver, blue purple coal-black curls, peacock colours <br>maiden cheeks flaming as in arrayed display Sir Lancelot poses <br>mist siren song ‘Tirra lirra' come embrace be my lover entices<br>out flew her web floated wide caught she be in traps love tides...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">her mirror crack'd from side to side run meet lover at river side<br>to run meet in woods Sir Lancelot maidenhood cannot survive...<br>floating downstream with wedding dreams snowy white robed <br>heard her singing her last maid song life broken barely alive...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">heard was carol mournful holy chanted loudly chanted lowly<br>her blood love impaled frozen slowly eyes darken'd wholly...<br>ere she reach'd Camelot upon the tide first house at water-side<br>sweet tender enchanting; singing maiden; in her song she died...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">dressed in cloud-white crown death pearl shroud she will delight <br>her wide eyes fixed on Camelot this night survive she will not...<br>bewitched sight steady stony glance love she be a seer in a trance <br>behold mischance cast love lance a wax mute glassy countenance... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'She left the web, she left the loom; <br> She made three paces thro' the room, ...<br> Out flew the web and floated wide; <br> The mirror crack'd from side to side; ...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The curse is come upon me, ' cried<br> The Lady of Shalott' caught in passion tide...<br>virgin magic strung weaved glitters entices all<br>comes illicit consummation then comes the fall...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And round the prow they read her name'<br> 'The Lady of Shalott' won undying fame...<br> 'Who is this? and what is here? <br> And in the lighted palace near </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Died the sound of royal cheer; <br> And they cross'd themselves for fear, ...<br> But Lancelot mused a little space; <br> He said, 'She has a lovely face; </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> God in his mercy lend her grace, <br> The Lady of Shalott' twas embowered chase...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Only reapers, reaping early<br> In among the bearded barley, <br> Hear a song that echoes cheerly<br> From the river winding clearly, ...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And by the moon the reaper weary, <br> Piling sheaves in uplands airy, <br> Listening, whispers ''Tis the fairy<br> Lady of Shalott' singing ghostly merry... </div><div style="margin:10px 0">once she lived alone loom tapestry embowered<br>now a constellation of stars haunting flowered...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Quotations from 'The Lady Of Shallot' by Alfred Lord Tennyson. <br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terence+George+Craddock">Terence George Craddock</a><div class=q>
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woman sitting in looming isolation cloistered
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