E is for Energy [A to Z Challenge 2015]

Energy is what I have too little of today. Do you know that aching weariness that seeps deep into your bones and slows every action you attempt? That's what I often go through. Not only am I still recovering from the surgery I mentioned in Thursday's post, but I also have thyroid disease and the last vestiges of adrenal fatigue. Today, all three have conspired against me and my brain is moving slower than a snail.

So, I will simply absorb others' words today and perform lots of blog hopping. While I do, allow me to offer this small token to your own visit: a tidbit from one of my most favorite poems.

The Lady of Shalott

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Part I

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;
The yellow-leaved waterlily
The green-sheathed daffodilly
Tremble in the water chilly
       Round about Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens shiver.
The sunbeam showers break and quiver
In the stream that runneth ever
By the island in the river
       Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
       The Lady of Shalott.

Underneath the bearded barley,
The reaper, reaping late and early,
Hears her ever chanting cheerly,
Like an angel, singing clearly,
       O'er the stream of Camelot.
Piling the sheaves in furrows airy,
Beneath the moon, the reaper weary
Listening whispers, ' 'Tis the fairy,
       Lady of Shalott.'

The little isle is all inrail'd
With a rose-fence, and overtrail'd
With roses: by the marge unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken sail'd,
       Skimming down to Camelot.
A pearl garland winds her head:
She leaneth on a velvet bed,
Full royally apparelled,
       The Lady of Shalott.


If you would like to read the entire poem, you can find it here. I highly recommend taking the time if you have it. It's truly beautiful.

Until tomorrow, dear readers!