
(John William Waterhouse)
And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance --
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
(Alfred, Lord Tennyson)Todo lo que nos quedaba por vivir a veces no parecía suficiente.