EXCERPTED FROM THE LADY OF SHALOTT BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darken’d wholly, Turn’d to tower’d Camelot; For ere she reach’d upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The…
Meaghan Walsh Gerard
writer. photographer. woman of letters.