The Lady of Shalott | |||||||||
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I. On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the world and meet the sky; And through the field the road runs by � To many-towered 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, Litle breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs forever 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. By the margin, willow-veiled Slide the heavy barges trailed By slow horses; and unhailed The shallop flitteth silken-sailed � 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 towered Camelot. Andby the moon th reaper weary. Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers, "'Tis the fairy � Lady of Shalott." II. There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay � To look down to Camelot. She knows not whatthe curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, � The Lady of Shalott. And moving throuh a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear There she sees the nighway near � Winding down to Camelot: There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly willage churls, And the red cloaks of market girls � Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abot on an amblin pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd lad, Or long-haired page in crimson clad, � Goes by to towered 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. III. A bow-shot from her bower eaves, He rode between the barley sheaves, The sun came dazzling through the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves � Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight forever kneeled To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, � Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glittered 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 blazoned balark slung A might silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armor rung, � Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue, unclouded weather Thick-jeweled shone the saddle leather, The helmet and the helmet feather Burned like one burning flame together, � As he rode down to Camelot. As often through the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light, � Moves over still Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glowed; On burnish'dhooves his war horse trode; From underneath his helmet flowed His coal-black curls as on he rode, � As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank an dfrom the river He flashed into the crystal mirror, "Tirra lirra," by the rive � Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the helmet and te plume, � She looked down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror cracked from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried � The Lady of Shalott. IV. In the stormy east wind straining, The pale yelow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining � Over towered 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 seer in a trance, Seeing all his own mischnce-- With a glassy countenance � Did she look to Camelot; And at the closing of the day She loosed the shain, 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-- Through the noises of the night � She floated down to Camelot: And as the boathead wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, � The Lady of Shalott. Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Shanted loudly, chanted lowly, 'Til her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly, � Turned to towered Camelot. For 'ere she reached upon the tide The first house by the waterside, 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 round the prow they read her name, � "The Lady of Shalott.' Who is this? and what is here? And in the ligted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, � All the Knights of 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." |
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--Alfred, Lord Tennyson | |||||||||
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