Tennyson

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
    To many-tower'd Camelot;                  
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
    The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,                  
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
    Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,          
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
    The Lady of Shalott.



Alfred Tennyson

https://www.owleyes.org/text/lady-shalott/read/text-poem#root-23251-1



I had never heard of this Tennyson character. What a nice flow this guy has.

Apparently a lot of famous sayings are from his lips, such as that it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all
though K's reply to J citing it it is strong; 'try it'. But it was more in his face.

Id like to hear Tommy Lee Jones recite the Lady of Shalott. Or just this poem about the oak.


Live thy Life,
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring,
Living gold;
Summer-rich
Then; and then
Autumn-changed
Soberer-hued
Gold again.
All his leaves
Fall'n at length,
Look, he stands,
Trunk and bough
Naked strength.