Saturday, April 12, 2014

The Lady What is Not


There she knits by night and day,

A magic web with colours grey.

And moving thro' a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.


Who is this and what is here?

It's only baby Babar, dear.

 sort of Tennyson's Lady of Shalott

3 comments:

Anne Featonby said...

I hope that little elephant goes with he blanket...they look so cute together...

Anne Featonby said...

The blanket...I hate typos!

Candice said...

Of course