In honour of Lord Alfred Tennyson (who would have been 109 today), one of the few poets I had ever read before this year.
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky
And thro’ the field the road runs by
To many-tower’d Camelot;
(from The Lady of Shalott)
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