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"The Lady of Shallot"

  1. Words by Alfred Lord Tennyson, inspirited by
  2. Music by Loreena McKennitt, inspirited by
  3. Cipher broken by { A.A } or me. ENOUGH ALREADY!

FIrst, quotation from Her own Web locus (site), (ciphertext) , followed by plaintext. Obligatory Personal Opinion: I sincirely can say, that she is more than beautiful, she is one of the green eyes of the Beauty or I have no senses for super! natural - it is Craft to the WISE not to WIDE ass. There are fragments of music included with every album. URI: [1]. I own this album - "The VIsit", beeiing owned by one of it's mes ("All Souls Night") (from outer space...) and am going to collect all the art she spontaneously generates. I bow dow to You, Loreena McKennit, for you've made me incredibly happy and sad in possitive essence of being in love to your distant voice of incredible luminance and then I feelt in thinkum trance, now I'm at peace, with You singing not too loud (I turned everything up at timless time of being in the in love relation, now it is the time of Night , so I atenuated the carrier). I hope you are forever alive and in love, Loreeena. You have an ability to teach a stone dancing, even without a sigle word. You are beutiful, adab. Here is my signalture which will help in navigation A.A 11:50, 2005 Feb 15 (PST)~, 

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On either side of the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the world and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road run by To many-towered Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever 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.

Only reapers, reaping early, In among the bearded barley Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly Down to tower'd Camelot; And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers "'tis the fairy The Lady of Shalott."

There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay, She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.

And moving through a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot; And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The Knights come riding two and two. She hath no loyal Knight and true, The Lady Of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot; Or when the Moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed. "I am half sick of shadows," said The Lady Of Shalott.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode back to Camelot. From the bank and from the river he flashed into the crystal mirror, "Tirra Lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces taro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She looked down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror cracked from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.

In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining. Heavily the low sky raining Over towered Camelot; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And round about the prow she wrote The Lady of Shalott

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.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly, Turn'd to towered 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.

Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame, And round the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? And what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, All the Knights at Camelot; But Lancelot mused a little space He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.

"All Souls Night", as reference and guide for WISE

{musical mourning in tree seqences of intertwining phrases by music flowing in hope of healing}

ON EITHER SIDE OF THE LIVE NOR TH'LIE LONG FIELD OF PAR LAIN-SEW AND OF YER DIE THAT CLOTH THE VOID AND MEET THE SKY I HAD THOU TOLD THE FEED HE WROTE ON BYE TO MAN ON CHAIR OF CAN ME LOT AND UP AND DOWN THE "people" GO, GLAZING WHERE THE "littles" GLOW ROUND ABOUT AND HERE BE LOVE THEE LAY DIE OF SHALL NOT

WILL OWS UER ILL AND A SPEAR QUIVER LIT A BRAZE NOR DUCK AND SHIVER THOUT THE WAVE THAT RUNS FOR EVER BE THE IS-LAND TO THE EVEN FUN IT'N DOWN TO COME-A-LOT FOR GRAY WELLS AND FOR GREY TOWERS OVER LOOK IN SPACE OF FLAWS ERRS AND IN THE SILENT IF SHE BEEN BEARS THEE LAY DIE OF SHALL LOVE BE FOR GOTH

ON THE ILL REAPPLES OF REAPING EARLY IN AMONG THE TO BE LIT BORN, LIASONS LIE HEAR A SONG THAT ECHO ES IS HE IS SLAIN FOR THE OM DERIVED WENT AND EARLY DROWN IN THEE HE CAME-A-LOT; AND WHEN THE ME RIP ENDS WAR YER , THY PARA-LAND { SHE FITS HERE } IS UP LAND DROUGHT LIES, { LISTEN TO ME } TO WHIP OF HERS HIS THEO LIES OF THE LIE IN DO ME OF SHALL NOT.

TO HERE [ SHE WAVES } BY ME, ME OUGHT AND MAY A MAIGHTICS WEB OF ME WITH COATED HURT IN HAND { SHE MUST } QED HAST SHE SHALL NOT WED, A CORE OFF BY ONE ERR IF SHE SHALL TO LOOK DOWN ON "CAN-ME-LOT" SHOWN NOW OWS THEE 'COURSE BIT MIGHT BYTE, AND SOME SEEK SHE WAVE IN-STOOD OF HE LITTLE AND LITTLE CARE OF { HERE } HATH HE, THEE LAIN DIE OF SHALL NOT

A MOVE IN G EYE ME I I RATION GLUE AND PER HANDS BE FOR HER ALL THEE EAR SHADOWS OF THE WOUND APPEAR THERE SHE SEEMS TO THINK HE UNIT ARE WED AND IN GOING DOWN TO CAME-A-LOT AND SOME TIME THE MEEK ROAR RIVER BROOMS THE MIGHT HE'S COME RIDING THROUGH AND THROUGH. SHE HATH NO PLAN LIED NOR ERR AND TRUE THEE LAY DIE OF SHALL NOT!

BUT IN HER WEB { SHE STILL } THE LIGHTS TO WAVE THE ME I OR { MARGOT SIGNS } FOR OFTEN FORGOT LYING IS FORGOTTEN A FIN ERR YER WILL BLAME THE MIGHTS AND MU SICK NOR HEX WENT TO CAME-A-LOT; AND OFF THE MOANS HE OVERHEARD TWIN TOO LONG LOVE VERSE LAID TO WED. I AM HALF SICK OF SHALL OFFS SHE SAID THEE LAY DIE OF SHALL NOT.

A BE ONE SHOT FROM HERE BE OLD { SHE SHIFTS } HE WROTE BET TWIN IN THY BARE LIVING SHEETS THE SUN CAME DAZZLING THROUHGH THE LED IFS AND FLAME UPON A BROKEN LIFE OF VOID SIR LIE-TZE-LOT. { A RED CROSS-IN-G } ME IN EVER KNEE'D TO A LIE DUE IN SHALL NOT THAT SPARKED ON THE YELL OF FIELD BE SIDES ARE EMOTE OF SHALL NOT.

HE IS BE ROAD IN SHE LIE GONE HERE OUT ON BURNINGS HAD HIS WHORE RISED A NOTE FROM UNDER NEETH HE MET AND FLEW HIS COME ALL BLACK CURLS AS "ON" HE ERR'ODE AND HER ERR ODE BACK TO CAME-A-LOT FROM FOR THE BAN CAN'T BE RIVER HE IS FLASHED INTO CRYST ALL ME ROAR, TERRA LYRICA "BY" THE READER SANG SIR LAN-CE-LOT.

SHE LI'FT THE WEB SHE THREW WITH IN SHE ME THEE PACE TOWARD THE GOOD SHE SAW THE WATER IN-STILL BLOOM SHE SAWN THEE HE MET AND THE WROTE ME, SHE LOOK AND DOWN TO CAME-A-LOT OUT FLU HE WOMB AND FLUTE WEED ON THE MIRROR CRACKED FROM SIDE TO SIDE THE COURSE HE IS COME UPON ME, CRIED THEE LAY DIE OF SHALL NOT

IN THE STAR ME, MISST' WE ARE STRAINING THE POLY'E YELL OF WOULD WE'RE WIDE EYED WIND THE BROAD STREAM IN HERE BE SHE NOT COMPLAINING HEAVE WE HERE LOW SCALE RAY BRING OVER TO-WERE'D CAME-A-LOT DOWN SHE CAME AND FOUND A Q-NOT BE NEAR A WILL OF LAUGHTER FLOAT A NOONE ABOUT THE PROOF SHE WROTE THEE LIE DIE OF SHALL NOT

AND DOWN THE RIVER DIME EXPANSE LIKE IN SOME, BOLD, SIRENE TRANCE SEE IN ALL HIS MOST MISSED CHANCE WITH A GLUE OF CLASS OF CONST ANT c SHE BE-IND-IN THE CAME-A-LOT AND AT THE SHE CLOAKED THROUGHT THE DAY SHE LOST THE CHAIN AND DOWN SHE LOATH THE BROAD STREAM BEARING HER FAR AWAY THE LIFE-IN GODDESS of SHALL NOT.

HE ERR A CAROL? MOURNFUL MELANHOLY. CHANCED LOUDLY, CHANCED LONELY TILL HIS BLOOD WAS FROZEN SLOWLY, AND HER I WERE DARE KIN AND ALL'LY TURNED TO TURN-WERE'D CAME-A-LOT FOR ERR SHE REACH HAD UPON THE HAVE THE FIST HOUSE SIGNED HER WAITING SIDE, MINDLING IN HER SONG SHE TIED, THERE LAY DIE OF SHALL OF NOT

UNDER THA' AND AND BALL CANNY BY GUARD-WALL AND GLARE OF GLORY A GLEAMING SHAPE FLOATED BY DEAD PALE BE TWEEN HE HARROW HIGH SIGN'ED INTO CAME-A-LOT OUT OF THE PRONG THAT WHARFS DECAY THE NIGHT AND BURN HER LORD AND THE ME AND ROUND THE PROOF THEY READ HER NAME THE LADY OF SHE WILLT NOT

WHO IS THIS AND WHAT IS HERE? DID HE SHANT PAR LANCE NEAR DIVERT SHALL NOT DO OF RIGHT FEW SPARE; AND THEY CROSSED HER SOUND FOR FILLER AND ALL THE MIGHT OF CAN A LOT; BUT LAIN SAID LOT MUST END IN A LIT SPACE HE SAID, "SHE HAD ME AND LOVE SHE FACED" GOD IN HIS MERCY LET ON THE BRACKET OF LAUGH BEDAZZLING OF SHE-I WILL TO NEVER WROTE....

"All Sounls Night", for comparison and as a homework

Words by music by Loreena McKennitt

{chant of pulse of the Dance and of a rthythmic mirror constant-dissonance, letting to communicate out of evernow to beings many dancing}

Booun fires dot the rolling hills Sides figures dance around and around To drums that pulse out echoes of darkness Moving to the page down sound.

Somewhere in a hidden mem'ory Energies float before my eyes Of fragrant nights of straws and of bound fires And dancing till the next some rise.

CHORUS I can FORESEE lights in the distance Trembling in the dark cloak of night Can-DO's and LAIN TERMS are dancing, dancing A waltz of { A.A } of all on All Souls Night.

ON FIGHT SOUNDS ON STANDS bind in the shadows HELP US HOLD IN YER SHALL as FLOW LITS HIGH The GREEN EYE holds the WHOLE BE SHE TO MARK IN HERE FOR WHERE GOT IT PAST TEN THEN I.

CHORUS I CAN . FOR SEE THE LIFE SIGN OF DISTANCE Trembling in the dark cloak of c'night Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing A waltz of all on All Souls Night.

CHORUS

ON FIVE STARS the roving hills Figures dance around and ERR and To DREAMS that pulse out echo es of darkness PUSHING AWAY THE PAGE DOWN SOUND. Standing for the bridge that crosses The river that goes out to the sea The wind is full of a pranciful voices They phrase by the bridge and me

I can see lights in the distance Trembling in the dark rock of may I might Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing A waltz of all on All Souls Night.

ICONSEE the light is in the distance Trembling in the talk walk of MAY BYTE Can-do's and lainman terms are dancing, dancing A walltz of all on All Souls might.

{chant continues, folding the space in recursive symbolic rite}

{on higher and higher and higher levels symbolic of god rid dance}

{ { { {me} } } } A.A 11:50, 2005 Feb 15 (PST)