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The water lily in the fish pond. The title is from "The Lady of Shalott." An excerpt below.
Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly
Down to tower'd Camelot
And by the moon the reaper weary
Piling sheaves in uplands airy
Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott."
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
And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year
Shadows of the world appear
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot
There the river eddy whirls
And there the surly village churls
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott
Sometimes a troop of damsels glad
An abbot on an ambling pad
Sometimes a curly shepherd lad
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad
Goes by to tower'd Camelot
And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two
She hath no loyal Knight and true
The Lady of Shalott
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights
For often through the silent nights
A funeral with plumes and lights
And music went to Camelot
Or when the Moon was overhead
Came two young lovers lately wed
"I am half sick of shadows," she said
The Lady of Shalott
A bowshot from her bower eaves
He rode between the barley sheaves
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot
A red cross knight forever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield
That sparkled on the yellow field
Beside remote Shalott
The gemmy bridle glitter'd free
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung
And as he rode his armor rung
Beside remote Shalott
All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together
As he rode down to Camelot
As often thro' the purple night
Below the starry clusters bright
Some bearded meteor, burning bright
Moves over still Shalott
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd
On burnished hooves his warhorse trode
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal black curls as on he rode
As he rode down to Camelot
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror
"Tirra Lirra" by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot
She left the web, she left the loom
She made three paces through the room
She saw the water lily bloom
She saw the helmet and the plume
She looked down to Camelot
Out flew the web and floated wide
The mirror cracked from side to side
"The curse has come upon me!" she cried
The Lady of Shalott
Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly
Down to tower'd Camelot
And by the moon the reaper weary
Piling sheaves in uplands airy
Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott."
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
And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year
Shadows of the world appear
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot
There the river eddy whirls
And there the surly village churls
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott
Sometimes a troop of damsels glad
An abbot on an ambling pad
Sometimes a curly shepherd lad
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad
Goes by to tower'd Camelot
And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two
She hath no loyal Knight and true
The Lady of Shalott
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights
For often through the silent nights
A funeral with plumes and lights
And music went to Camelot
Or when the Moon was overhead
Came two young lovers lately wed
"I am half sick of shadows," she said
The Lady of Shalott
A bowshot from her bower eaves
He rode between the barley sheaves
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot
A red cross knight forever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield
That sparkled on the yellow field
Beside remote Shalott
The gemmy bridle glitter'd free
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung
And as he rode his armor rung
Beside remote Shalott
All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together
As he rode down to Camelot
As often thro' the purple night
Below the starry clusters bright
Some bearded meteor, burning bright
Moves over still Shalott
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd
On burnished hooves his warhorse trode
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal black curls as on he rode
As he rode down to Camelot
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror
"Tirra Lirra" by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot
She left the web, she left the loom
She made three paces through the room
She saw the water lily bloom
She saw the helmet and the plume
She looked down to Camelot
Out flew the web and floated wide
The mirror cracked from side to side
"The curse has come upon me!" she cried
The Lady of Shalott
Image size
2272x1704px 826.61 KB
Make
OLYMPUS IMAGING CORP.
Model
FE100,X710
Shutter Speed
1/80 second
Aperture
F/3.0
Focal Length
6 mm
ISO Speed
64
Date Taken
Jun 4, 2007, 8:57:25 PM
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wonderful...truly wonderful pics !
Th navy blu of the water against the light yellow, Divine!
Th navy blu of the water against the light yellow, Divine!