Friday, 21 August 2009

Avalon Mist


Posted by Unknown at 03:45
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3 comments:

  1. GYPSYWOMAN21 August 2009 at 05:27

    and what words could possibly describe such beauty - breathtaking!

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  2. Unknown21 August 2009 at 12:24

    The morning sunrise was as the camera captured it.
    This image reminds me of..
    Morte d'Arthur
    by
    Sir Alfred Lord Tennyson.
    "Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge,
    Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern,
    Beneath them; and descending they were ware
    That all the decks were dense with stately forms
    Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream–by these
    Three Queens with crowns of gold–and from them rose
    A cry that shiver’d to the tingling stars,
    And, as it were one voice an agony
    Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills
    All night in a waste land, where no one comes,
    Or hath come, since the making of the world."

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  3. GYPSYWOMAN5 September 2009 at 20:24

    you are right - this tennyson is absolutely perfect - perfect!!!

    what an incredibly breathtakingly beautiful morning that was -

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