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Bride in Camelot
 

 
Tentatively grasping her hand, unsure,
I felt the rush of chill apour,
My bride of Camelot spoke not more,
Nor ever will

Not all the pleas unsurely heard,
Not all the chafe in either world,
Not all the sorrow of heart unfurled,
Nor ever will

Passion atear in echoed prayer,
Hopeless and helpless were we that care,
Gone is my bride that Camelot shared,
Nor ever will




*Painting by J.W. Waterhouse
was inspired by Alfred Lord Tennyson

By Lou1216

© 2009 Lou1216 (All rights reserved)

 

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