This is Loreena Mckennit singing Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem, The Lady of Shallot. I love this poem, and the way she sings it.
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in my sylvan home
I tread on the pride
of Greece and Rome
And when I am stretched
beneath the pines
Where the evening star
so holy shines
I laugh at the lore
and pride of man,
At the sophist schools
and the learned clan
For what are they all
in their high conceit
When man in the bush
with God may meet?
R. W. Emerson.
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The World is too much with us; late and soon...
Wide as a waste is wide,
Across these days like deserts, when
Pride and a little scratching pen
Have dried and split the hearts of men,
Heart of the heroes, ride."
Hello Raora!
ReplyDeleteI have this CD, and I do love the way she sings it. It has an enchanting melody. And the harp, too! It's unfortunate that so many of her other songs are new-agey. I think I prefer this version of the Lady of Shallot rather than Lancelot and Elaine from Idylls of the King.
Hopefully get something up on the ol' blog soon...
~Meg
I finished my poems.(I actually had to write 3 ) I think that they turned out all right. I will post them on my blog when I'm completely finished with them.
ReplyDelete~Faith