beautiful

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott. 

~Alfred Lord Tennyson

I wish I could write as beautifully.
Thanks, Tennyson :)

(This is my 200th blog post. Whoo!)