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

Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.

There rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.

Life is brief but love is LONG .

The old order changes yielding place to new.

Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange.

I grow in worth, and wit, and sense, Unboding critic-pen, Or that eternal want of pence, Which vexes public men.