The Lady of Shalott

The Lady of Shalott (26 x 21 cms) Watercolour and Gouache

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.

Kate BedellComment