Tuesday, 5 October 2010

Waterhouse and Tennyson weave magic!

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 maybe,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care has she,
The Lady of Shallott


  1. thank you Angela of reminding about your blog. i have forgot lately to look who are following my blog.
    i love to read your blog now that i have found it. you have so many same interests that i do...

  2. Hi Angela, thanks for commenting on my blog recently :)
    Lovely to meet you.
    I will enjoy exploring your blog by the looks of things...pre-raphaelite art & pretty things...just my cup of tea!
    And it's especially lovely to meet another blogger from Cornwall :)

  3. Hi Angelia,
    I'm a big fan of Waterhouse and this is a beautiful painting and poem.
    Thank you for sharing this and also thanks for visiting me at my place.
    The little tree does look like an ent. I'm glad you noticed the fairy face! ;-)