The mirror crack'd from side to side "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
Forgive! How many will say, forgive, and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!
The thrall in person may be free in soul
The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
The quiet sense of something lost