Anne Shirley:
[Reading "The Lady of Shalott" by Alfred Lord Tennyson]
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs forever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:27