Lately I've been having strange dreams about this poem and it's author, Alfred Lord Tennyson. Tennyson had a pretty harsh childhood that was probubly very dark and sad. His father suffered from depression and he spent only a few unhappy years at school before he went home to continue his schooling. He began to write at a young age and then went to cambridge. When his best friend Arthur hallam died suddenly, he was devestated, and wrote a memorium that took 17 years. Among the poems he wrote at that time, was the lady of shalott. A story about death and sorrow, that is not unlike a fairytale. I think when people reach have great calamities and feel great despair, they turn back to their childhood and simple things, instead of the vague and complicated adult world that we create.
His is quite a tragic story.
He marries a woman named Emily, and then lives pretty peacefully for the rest of his life, writing what is said to be some of his best poetry. He found his peace and has a happy ending.
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