But Lancelot mused a little space; He said, 'She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.'
But Lancelot mused a little space; He said, 'She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.'
The days darken round me and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark; And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place; The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face; When I have crost t.
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