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
2nd Posting
By Lou1216
© 2009 Lou1216
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