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Charon's Song

by Charles Murray

−0.4968 − 0.2253i

Drawing the boundary…

The Lady of Shalott

by Richard

−0.4894 − 0.2305i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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Charon's Song

by Charles Murray

Another boat-load for the Further Shore,
Heap them up high in the stern;
Nae ane o' them ever has crossed before
An' never a ane 'll return.
Heavy it rides sae full, sae full,
Deep, deep is the River,
But light, light is the backward pull,
The River flows silently on.

A cargo o' corps that are cauld I trow—
They're grippy that grudge the fare—
An' the antrin quick wi' his golden bough
That's swappin' the Here for There.
Heavy it rides sae full, sae full,
Slow, slow is the River,
But light, light is the backward pull,
The River flows silently on.

In vain will they look wha seek for a ford,
Where the reeds grow lank an' lang:
This is the ferry, an' I am the lord
An' king o' the boat an' stang.
Heavy it rides sae full, sae full,
Black, black is the River,
But light, light is the backward pull,
The River, my River, flows on.

The Lady of Shalott

by Richard

By the river Camelot, a tower stands tall
Where the Lady of Shalott weaves within her hall
Cursed to never gaze upon the world outside
Her fate is sealed, her life denied

Weaving her tapestry, day by day
Cursed to never look upon the world 
Trapped inside her tower, she must stay
Her gaze is fixed, her fate is unfurled

Oh the Lady of Shalott
Bound by a spell, her life forgot
Mirrored images, her only lot
Oh the Lady of Shalott

Sir Lancelot rides by, a dazzling sight
She glimpses him, her heart begins to race
Forsaking her loom, she steps into the light 
And walks towards her doom, with sorrow on her face

The curse has taken hold, her world starts to fade
Down to the river, her boat is made
Drifting away, her song is played

In the river she lies, pale and still
Lancelot gazes on, his heart does not thrill
"She has a lovely face," he says with a will
Oh the Lady of Shalott

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