Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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The Lady of Shalott

    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
5   To many-tower'd Camelot;
    And up and down the people go,
    Gazing where the lilies blow
    Round an island there below,
    The island of Shalott.
   
10   Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
    Little breezes dusk and shiver
    Thro' the wave that runs for ever
    By the island in the river
    Flowing down to Camelot.
15   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-veil'd
20   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?
25   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,
30   Hear a song that echoes cheerly
    From the river winding clearly,
    Down to tower'd Camelot:
    And by the moon the reaper weary,
    Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
35   Listening, whispers Tis the fairy
    Lady of Shalott.

Part II

    There she weaves by night and day
    A magic web with colours gay.
    She has heard a whisper say,
    A curse is on her if she stay
5   To look down to Camelot.
    She knows not what the 'curse' may be,
    And so she weaveth steadily,
    And little other care hath she,
    The Lady of Shalott.
   
10   And moving thro' a mirror clear
    That hangs before her all the year,
    Shadows of the world appear.
    There she sees the highway near
    Winding down to Camelot:
15   There the river eddy whirls,
    And there the surly village-churls,
    And the red cloaks of market girls,
    Pass onward from Shalott.
   
    Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
20   An abbot on an ambling pad,
    Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,
    Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,
    Goes by to tower'd Camelot;
   
    And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
25   The knights come riding two and two:
    She hath no loyal knight and true,
    The Lady of Shalott.
   
    But in her web she still delights
    To weave the mirror's magic sights,
30   For often thro' the silent nights
    A funeral, with plumes and lights,
    And music, went to Camelot:
    Or when the moon was overhead,
    Came two young lovers lately wed;
35   I am half-sick of shadows, said
    The Lady of Shalott.

Part III

    A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
    He rode between the barley sheaves,
    The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
    And flamed upon the brazen greaves
5   Of bold Sir Lancelot.
    A redcross knight for ever kneel'd
    To a lady in his shield,
    That sparkled on the yellow field,
    Beside remote Shalott.
   
10   The gemmy bridle glitter'd 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:
15   And from his blazon'd baldric slung
    A mighty silver bugle hung,
    And as he rode his armour rung,
    Beside remote Shalott.
   
    All in the blue unclouded weather
20   Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
    The helmet and the helmet-feather
    Burn'd like one burning flame together,
    As he rode down to Camelot.
    As often thro' the purple night,
25   Below the starry clusters bright,
    Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
    Moves over still Shalott.
   
    His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
    On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
30   From underneath his helmet flow'd
    His coal-black curls as on he rode,
    As he rode down to Camelot.
    From the bank and from the river
    He flashed into the crystal mirror,
35   Tirra lirra, by the river
    Sang Sir Lancelot.
   
    She left the web, she left the loom;
    She made three paces thro' the room,
    She saw the water-lily bloom,
40   She saw the helmet and the plume,
    She look'd down to Camelot.
    Out flew the web and floated wide;
    The mirror crack'd from side to side;
    The curse is come upon me, cried
45   The Lady of Shalott.

Part IV

    In the stormy east-wind straining,
    The pale yellow woods were waning,
    The broad stream in his banks complaining,
    Heavily the low sky raining
5   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.'
   
10   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.
15   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.
   
    Lying, robed in snowy white
20   That loosely flew to left and right--
    The leaves upon her falling light--
    Thro' the noises of the night
    She floated down to Camelot;
    And as the boat-head wound along
25   The willowy hills and fields among,
    They heard her singing her last song,
    The Lady of Shalott.
   
    Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
    Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
30   Till her blood was frozen slowly,
    And her eyes were darken'd wholly,
    Turn'd to tower'd Camelot;
    For ere she reach'd upon the tide
    The first house by the water-side,
35   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,
40   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,
45   'The Lady of Shalott'
   
    Who is this? and what is here?
    And in the lighted palace near
    Died the sound of royal cheer;
    And they cross'd themselves for fear,
50   All the knights at 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.