Wendy + The Lady of Shalott (Waterhouse)
But in her ᴡᴇʙ she still delights To weave тнє мιяяσя'ѕ magic sights, For often thro’ the ѕιℓєηт ηιgнтѕ A funeral, with plυmes αnd lights And mυsic, went to Cᴀᴍᴇʟᴏᴛ: Or when the мooη was overhead, Came two young ℓoνєяѕ lately ᴡᴇᴅ; ❝I am half-sick of shadows,❞ said Tʜᴇ Lᴀᴅʏ ᴏғ Sʜᴀʟᴏᴛᴛ .









