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,” said
The Lady of Shalott.Such a tragic lovely story
ahh one of my favorite paintings
OH MY GOD. I HAVE THIS LEGIT ON MY WALL, FULL SIZED AND WHEN I TOUCHED IT I FOUND OUT IT WASN’T A PAPER PRINT.
Probs a replica but STILL I HAVE THIS ON MY WALL *squee*
