Alfred Tennyson tells of a heroic heroine and Sir Lancelot's quest in this telling epic poem titled the
Lady of Shalott. I love the setting that was created by this poets feel for England; you can feel the warm ground mixing with the cold morning sky.
(Part Four) In the Sotrmy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The brodad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over Toward Camelot;
Downs she came and found a boat
Beneath a Willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote,
The Lady of Shalott.
...
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
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