Behind The Mist

What would you hope for, if you had another shot at a relationship?

2011-04-03T07:08:00.001-07:00

well i'm in a relationship again now, and hoping that it would really last.

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Sashimi: tuna or salmon?

2011-04-03T07:07:00.001-07:00

never tried salmon yet, so maybe salmon.

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2011-03-25T00:46:00.007-07:00

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2011-03-25T00:46:00.005-07:00

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2011-03-25T00:46:00.003-07:00

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2011-03-25T00:46:00.001-07:00

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Is there such a thing as happiness, or is this one of the delusions from fairy tales?

2011-03-02T05:33:00.001-08:00

There is happiness. It's a decision.

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On your way home, you suddenly find out that you are completely out of money. What will you do?

2011-03-02T05:31:00.001-08:00

Hmm. If I was already walking my way home, then I'd continue walking. But if I'm riding on any public utility vehicle, then I would probably just borrow money from people at home. lol

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where do you spend your time when you feel sad?

2011-03-02T05:28:00.001-08:00

along the road. solitary walking.

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update! finally!

2011-01-18T08:22:00.000-08:00

(taken from my tumblr)

what's been up my mind lately...

somehow, i like the idea of being detached to some things/people recently. it rids me of the stress when i find out things that i don’t want to know or don’t want anything to do with it (esp people from the past). it’s just some random thought after finding out something that i didn’t want to know. and i’ve been dealing with a lot of stress lately, and a lot of unpleasant events, and people as it is. =_= knowing myself, i easily get affected with whatever things i observe or know. i might not show it but i am probably pissed off at you for saying something or whatever that was unreasonable or uncalled for. i don’t show it. i don’t say it. because i think that my opinion doesn’t need to be heard all the time. i let people to figure that they were being an/a ass/bitch or an idiot. but of course i have my limits and i know when to say the right things at a right time and in the right circumstance. as much as possible i don’t want to create anything that would cause discomfort for myself and for other people, but it doesn’t mean i haven’t done/experienced that. i personally think it’s troublesome. and better off if i don’t have any. but, oh well. it’s inevitable. and i have my own share of bitchiness along with everyone else.

right now i’m just relieved that recital is over. although i can’t really say i did a good job. it wasn’t. seriously wasn’t. but i have a bit of good news. will be sharing it later when it goes well. i hope it will.

on another note, i want to post stuff of what i did last December when I was back in Cagayan De Oro. it was fun. as soon as i get the pictures up i’ll prolly blog about it(on my old blog). haha. i’m just glad that i’m this relieved to be able to make a blog post after the longest time. haha. been intending to post something here. it’s just that i was just soooo busy and stressed to actually take time, breathe and release some negative aura out of me (one method for me is blogging. haha). and yeah, i might be moving out of tumblr soon. hmm, not exactly moving out. my account might still be here (might not update it anymore), but more personal posts will be moved to my old blogger. i will make sure that i’d be able to maintain my blogger. *crosses fingers*

sooo.. yeah. that’s what’s been up my mind lately.

Day 1: A Letter to My Best Friend

2010-09-06T07:43:00.000-07:00

The thing is, I have lots of best friends. I don't like the label 'best friend' though. coz that means among all your friends there is that friend who is the 'best'. The thought of comparing my friends is the part that I don't like. Because I believe that each of my friends have their own strengths and weakness and they complement with each other and with me, and there's no point on picking just one among all the others just to label them a best friend. :D But for the heck of meeting the requirement of this letter, that should be addressed to a best friend, meaning just one, I shall then select the one who's been with me since forever, although now we're separated by distance. But I always believe that we're going to be Best Friends Forever. ^_^

This one's for you. :)

Dearest Best friend,

It's been so long since we've last seen each other. Maybe 2 or 3 months now. Is that long enough to actually make it valid for me to say 'so long since we've last seen each other'? Hmm... I wonder what you're doing right now while I'm making this letter. You're probably sleeping by now, or got your nose buried in your nursing books, studying for the board exams. Just thinking about that makes me miss you more now. I wish that I'm there right now, cheering you on as you take this step towards your goal. I want to be there with you when you're stressed from your reviews and we could just hang out and talk endlessly about anything under the sun. Or we could cook something and just splurge on the food that we made. Of course it would taste really good because you're the one cooking, I'm basically just assisting . Haha. Among us, you're the one who's good with that stuff. Remember the days when you also used to visit our house then we would pick the fruits from the garden and eat it while watching kuya tyronne, kuya kyle and your younger brother play games in our family computer. Haha. Oh those days. And you remember, that funny day we recorded ourselves while talking and eating? I wish I still have that cassette tape. :( I really really treasure those memories. Those were just a small fraction of all the wonderful memories I've spent with you. I really am thankful that I have you in my life. There were also those bad times. But I guess it's too few to remember it. Really, no kidding. The only time I remember us having a fight was during 5th Grade? I think. Most of the bad times too were caused by me. I've always been the headstrong and stubborn one. And you always get caught up when I have arguments with my mom, especially when she attempts to compare me to you. You were the good girl. And I was, well, the disobendient one. I don't hate you for that though. It's true anyway. And I still love you.

I really pray that you keep up with what you're doing right now for the Lord, for your family, your friends, and for your self. You're going to be great in the future. I love you dear. No one can really replace you.

Misty =)

30 Letter Project

2010-09-03T17:42:00.000-07:00

I was looking around the Tumblr posts of my friends when I came across this one post. 30 Letter Project. For the next 30 days, you are to write 30 letters to 30 different persons. Seems like it has been going on around the interwebs, and i thought to myself, hey this might be a good way to exercise my writing skills (not that i have much of that). And also to be able to update my blog consistently since it would require me to write these letters everyday. Just thinking about it makes my mind go blank. Really. I think I am not so good in expressing myself in words. Or more like I keep comparing myself to some people I know who are just so good and I am nothing compared to them. So that's why I decided to this. And also, I want to see if I would be able to come up with words to say to these 30 different people.

So, here are the letters I should write for the next 30 days and to the person it should be addressed to. I will be starting tomorrow, September 5, 2010.

Thirty Days Of Letters
Day 1 — Your best friend
Day 2 — Your crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 — Your siblings (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to
Day 12 — The person who caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone who’s not in your country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one who broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by the first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person who gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person whom know is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone who changed your life
Day 29 — The person you want to tell everything to, but are too afraid
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

a short break from school

2010-08-24T02:06:00.001-07:00

FINALLY! I found the time to update this blog of mine.

Yes, I'm back, and as you noticed, I removed the sidebar. I realized that the sidebar's messing up my blog. (or so I think? or it might be that i really have a bad case of OCD now, or whatever.) Anyhow, a break from school! That's what I want to talk about now. It's Founder's Week! We had an opening ceremony last Sunday. There was the torch parade, in which I participated since the school's marching band is there to play (I play the trumpet, just so you know. :P) SU Mage participated in the torch parade as well. SU MAGE, by the way stands for Silliman University Manga, Anime, Gaming Eccentrics. It's the organization in our school where the members are into, manga, anime and games. Obviously.. :P And I'm a part of it, although I'm not that active.

Nothing significant has happened yet for the last 3 days, (although it was my boyfriend and I's monthsary last Monday, August 23). I have yet to enjoy the rest of the Founder's week. Last year I didn't really enjoy it that much, but this year's totally different since I've got more friends to hang-out with. There was the plan for a Horror night. It's like a tradition for my group of friends to have one night during the Founder's week just having a marathon of horror, suspense, and thriller movies. But when I think about it, I don't think I'd actually last, even just for the first movie. I'm such a scaredy-cat. REALLY.

For now, what I decided to do for the rest of the week is just download loads of anime and manga and just splurge on that. And maybe do a bit of studying for my Music Theory and Music History, and also, practice for solfeggio and conducting.

I hope I'll enjoy the rest of the week. :)

School Calendar 2010-2011

2010-06-25T07:46:00.000-07:00

School Calendar 2010-2011

whatever the mind says

2010-06-25T07:36:00.001-07:00

the feeling of uselessness. of not being able to do anything productive. i want to be busy. i want my mind to be always at work. always preoccupied with things that are important. and i mean IMPORTANT.

i'm in my sophomore year.. again. this would be the third time. pitiful eh. somewhat, this, i think the most crucial year for me. for the past years, my sophomore year always determines my interest on my studies. i love school. i do. i love studying and learning a lot of things. it's just that there are days that i feel like i'm out of it and just not interested to do anything. those days usually happen in my sophomore year. and then each time the year ends i end up transferring to another school. 2 years in comsci @ xavier university, after that 2 years music in lourdes college. now i'm here in silliman university, what could possibly happen after the school year. i'm too scared to see what's ahead because i want to stay here. i've already decided to finish everything here. and right now, i'm starting to mess it up again. what's wrong with me. why do i get tired of things so easily after i tried it. do i really not know what i want? sometimes i feel i'm such a hypocrite giving friends advice about life and all, yet look at me now. me on the outside says, "i can handle things, no need to worry" but actually i am pretty miserable. been thinking about a lot of things. and i chose to ignore it since it doesn't really matter, or does it? my relationship with God, back then was very much important to me, but now.. i don't even go to church anymore. there are people who still expect me to be the person that i was before, and the pressure is too much. but wait, what is that expectation of people that i speak of. i am not really sure. or maybe its just me expecting myself to be THAT kind of person because that is what i think the people would expect of me. ah. i'm just lost. this is why i want to be busy. this is what i don't like when i don't do anything. my mind wanders. it wanders. far. back to the past again.

must move forward. stop all these nonsensical things. i have grown weary of these thoughts. it does me no good. and blogging about it makes it worse. what did i just do?

Momo

2010-05-27T07:31:00.000-07:00

I'm just so happy that I finally have my own lappy. (i just made a rhyme.lol) I can finally work on things that I've been wanting to do. And I'm starting to think which of those things will I start on working on. But first! I need my tools, that's why tomorrow, I'm paying a visit to my trustee old friend to ask some stuff I would need, and have my baby Momo pimped. :D

Ah.. Thank you Mama, Papa. Thank you Lord, for being so faithful in everything. I am so not deserving of all these blessings, yet you still chose to give it to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you..

Do you really think the corruption is the problem of the Philippines?

2010-05-11T21:23:00.000-07:00

Taken from: http://www.thebrownraise.org/2009/04/a-letter-from-south-korea/

This was written years ago from a Korean who has a heart, ripped to shreds for our country. Here is an excerpt from his letter.

"My Short Essay About The Philippines.

by Jaeyoun Kim. (김재연)

Filipinos always complain about the corruption in the Philippines. Do you really think the corruption is the problem of the Philippines?

I do not think so. I strongly believe that the problem is the lack of love for the Philippines

Let me first talk about my country, Korea. It might help you understand my point. After the Korean War, South Korea was one of the poorest countries in the world.

Koreans had to start from scratch because entire country was destroyed after the Korean War, and we had no natural resources.

Koreans used to talk about the Philippines, for Filipinos were very rich in Asia. We envy Filipinos. Koreans really wanted to be well off like Filipinos. Many Koreans died of famine. My father & brother also died because of famine. Korean government was very corrupt and is still very corrupt beyond your imagination, but Korea was able to develop dramatically because Koreans really did their best for the common good with their heart burning with patriotism.

Koreans did not work just for themselves but also for their neighborhood and country.

Education inspired young men with the spirit of patriotism.

40 years ago, President Park took over the government to reform Korea. He tried to borrow money from other countries, but it was not possible to get a loan and attract a foreign investment because the economic situation of South Korea was so bad. Korea had only three factories. So, President Park sent many mine workers and nurses to Germany so that they could send money to Korea to build a factory. They had to go through horrible experience.

In 1964, President Park Chung-hee visited Germany to borrow money. Hundred of Koreans in Germany came to the airport to welcome him and cried there as they saw the President Park. They asked to him, “President, when can we be well off? That was the only question everyone asked to him. President Park cried with them and promised them that Korea would be well off if everyone works hard for Korea, and the President of Germany got the strong impression on them and lent money to Korea .

So, President Park was able to build many factories in Korea. He always asked Koreans to love their country from their heart.

Many Korean scientists and engineers in the USA came back to Korea to help developing country because they wanted their country to be well off. Though they received very small salary, they did their best for Korea. They always hoped that their children would live in well off country.

My parents always brought me to the places where poor and physically handicapped people live. They wanted me to understand their life and help them. Have you cried for the Philippines? I have cried for my country several times. I also cried for the Philippines because of so many poor people.

I have been to the New Bilibid prison. What made me sad in the prison were the prisoners who do not have any love for their country. They go to mass and work for church. They pray everyday.

However, they do not love the Philippines. I talked to two prisoners at the maximum-security compound, and both of them said that they would leave the Philippines right after they are released from the prison. They said that they would start a new life in other countries and never come back to the Philippines.

Many Koreans have a great love for Korea so that we were able to share our wealth with our neighborhood. The owners of factory and company distributed their profit to their employees fairly so that employees could buy what they needed and saved money for the future and their children.

When I was in Korea, I had a very strong faith and wanted to serve in a church. However, when I came to the Philippines, I completely lost my faith. I was very confused when I saw many unbelievable situations in the Philippines. Street kids always make me sad, and I see them everyday.

The Philippines is the most “religious” country in Asia, they say. But there are too many poor people here. People go to church every Sunday to pray, but nothing has been changed.

My parents came to the Philippines last week and saw this situation. They told me that Korea was much poorer than the present Philippines when they were young. They are so sorry that there are so many beggars and street kids. When we went to Pagsanjan, I forced my parents to take a boat because it would be fun.

However, they were not happy after taking a boat. They said that they would not take the boat again because they were sympathized the boatmen, for the boatmen were very poor and had a small frame. Most of people just took a boat and enjoyed it. But, my parents did not enjoy it because of love for them.

My mother who has been working for a church since I was very young told me that if we just go to church without changing ourselves, we are not Christians indeed. Faith should come with action. She added that I have to love Filipinos and do good things for them because all of us are same and have received a great love from God. I want Filipinos to love their neighborhood and country as much as they love God so that the Philippines will be well off.

I am sure that love is the keyword, which Filipinos should remember. We cannot change the sinful structure at once. It should start from person. Love must start in everybody, in a small scale and have to grow. A lot of things happen if we open up to love. Let’s put away our prejudices and look at our worries with our new eyes.

If you have a child, teach them how to love the Philippines. Teach them why they have to love their neighborhood and country.

That’s all I really want to ask you Filipinos."

Proud to be Mindanaoan!

2010-05-11T21:04:00.001-07:00

ISANG BANSA

Isang bansang tinawag ng Diyos

Isang dugong umaagos

Ang bawat isay may pusong lininis

Nagliliwanag sa mundo

At isang damdamin ang liliiyab

Kaligtasa'y atin

Isang bansang sumasamba

Kumikilala sa Ama

Ang bawat isa'y tinubos, malaya

Nananalangin sa lumikha

At isang pagbangon na sisiklab

Iisang bagong sigaw

Ako'y sumasamba, sumasamba sa Diyos na buhay

May bagong sigaw, purihin Siya, purihin Siya

Isang bansang, sumasamba

May bagong araw na darating

At ang Diyos ay paghahariin

Sa bawat dakot, bundok at dagat

Sa bawat bayan ay luwalhatiin

Ang bulong ng hangin ay pakinggan

Humuhuni ang bagong sigaw

Akoy sumasamba, sumasamba sa Diyos na buhay

May bagong sigaw, purihin Siya, purihin Siya

Isang bansang, sumasamba

Pagdating ng Hari sa kalangitan

Ang lahat ng tao’y sumasamba

Sumasamba, sumasamba sa diyos na buhay

May bagong sigaw, purihin Siya, purihin Siya

Isang bansang , sumasamba

Sumasamba, dakila siya, dakila siya

Ang Diyos ay buhay

Ako’y sisigaw

Maghari siya, maghari siya

Isang bansa, sumasamba

Coming soon: Starbucks CDO

2010-04-23T07:57:00.000-07:00

summer days

2010-04-16T18:44:00.000-07:00

Ahh. Summer so far has been kind to me. I'm having fun, especially for the last 4 days. We went hiking in the mountains of Valencia, Negros Oriental to see the Japanese Shrine. I looked it up online and voila~ Filipino Japanese American Shrine. It was a nice, exhilarating and breathtaking experience. And when I say breathtaking, I really mean it. Literally. We had to walk all the way to the top of the mountain. We asked a local there, and he said it was 1.6 km away from where we were (and that time we've been walking for half an hour i think). We continued walking, then we realized we've walked over 1.6 km already! When we looked back at the trail, we were way up high the mountain already, and still no shrine! Then Marco made a remark in our photos in facebook that was somewhat funny. And I quote, "A local told us it was 1.6km away. We didn't think he meant VERTICALLY." It was true. It was so over 1.6km. It took us around 2 hours or so to get to the shrine. Or probably we were just slow. :P So anyway, we finally got to the shrine! It was a good thing there's a store there else we'd die of thirst. ~_~ We stayed at the shrine for maybe an hour and a half. We took pictures and just basked at the overwhelming view before us.

This is the Japanese design gate.

Me, Mia, & Joon Min

a full length shot of the shrine

i love this view.

it's US!!
TOP, L-R: Me, Joon Min, Jodi
BOTTOM, L-R: Marco, Mia

^__^

one last shot. :P

The walk to Casaroro Falls will be on my next entry. ^^

Back.. FOR GOOD

2010-04-12T05:42:00.000-07:00

Ah. The sun. So bright. Sky so clear. The sea so blue. Yeah. Summer. And, guess what? I'm so bored. I'm here in Dumaguete because I had to take summer classes. I love being here, don't get me wrong, it's just that.. it's too.. quiet, and peaceful. Not that it's a bad thing but it kinda leaves me restless. My ex-dormate isn't here so I can't borrow her laptop. Poor me. Boo hoo. Anyhow, I only have 3 subjects, and I'm still having my voice lessons. Yeah!
I wonder what song I'll be doing this time.

Oh yeah, a friend of mine, Ella, lend me her books. Emily of New Moon by LM Montgomery I know! She's the author of my favorite book since 6th grade, Anne Of Green Gables. I'm just glad that I have these books now to keep me company. Yay. Thank you Ella~!

Okay, before I go. If you are one of my good friends who follows my blogs, I know I've been jumping from one blogsite to the other... I know. But after reading an entry from Misaki-nee's blog, I was inspired to finally go back here and keep this blog running for good. LOL. But just so you know, I take long periods of silence, 'cause I'm pratically a busy person (riggghhhttt). Yeah, this blog might go on an unannounced hiatus, BUT, rest assured I'm not going anywhere now. I'm staying here for good. Although I will be starting from scratch.

So yeah. Welcome me back folks. LOL.

Behind The Mist v.01 (2010)

"The Lady of Shalott"

2010-04-09T08:55:00.000-07:00

by Alfred Tennyson

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd 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
Through 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.

By the margin, willow veil'd,
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
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
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;
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad
Goes by to tower'd Camelot;
And sometimes through 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 through 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.

The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armor rung
Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, burning bright,
Moves over still 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 down 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 through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd 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 tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And around 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.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right --
The leaves upon her falling light --
Thro' the noises of the night,
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
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 tower'd 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 around 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."

http://www.pathguy.com/shalott.htm