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I can't imagine life without a garden.

A passage from the poem, The Lady of Shalott (1842)

"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?"

I just planted Lady of Shalott. Had to have her. Fits my passion for the romance and beauty of roses and of old stories ...

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