From "the lady of shalott"
by alfred, lord tennyson
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 round about the prow she wrote
the lady of shalott.
and down the river's dim expanse—
like some bold seër 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.
the setting sun in the painting and the gathering storm in the poem create a feeling of
tranquility
despair
hope
stability