Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, fantasy, John Keats, love poetry, unsettling
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: death, fantasy, John Keats, love poetry, unsettling
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shallot.
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Alfred Tennyson, fantasy, love poetry