For this alone on Death I wreak The wrath that garners in my heart: He put our lives so far apart We cannot hear each other speak.

What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.

Who is this? And what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, All the Knights at Camelot; But Lancelot mused a little space He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.

The mirror crack'd from side to side "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott

I stood on a tower in the wet, And New Year and Old Year met, And winds were roaring and blowing: And I said, "O years, that meet in tears, Have ye aught that is worth the knowing? Science enough and exploring, Wanderers coming and going, Matter enough for deploring, But aught that is worth the knowing?

Beauty and anguish walking hand in hand the downward slope to death.

Courtesy wins woman all as well. As valor may, but he that closes both is perfect.