The words 'far, far away' had always a strange charm.
The golden guess is morning-star to the full round of truth.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
The woman is so hard Upon the woman.
๏ปฟThe wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher The skies stoop down in their desire; And, isled in sudden seas of light, My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight, Bursts into blossom in his sight.