THE LADY OF SHALOTT. PART I. 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 To many-tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Thro' the wave that runs for ever 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-veil'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? Only reapers, reaping early Down to tower'd Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott." PART II. THERE she weaves by night and day 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. And moving thro' a mirror clear Winding down to Camelot : There the river eddy whirls, Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, Goes by to tower'd Camelot ; And sometimes thro' the mirror blue But in her web she still delights F For often thro' the silent nights And music, went to Camelot : Or when the moon was overhead, PART III. A BOW-SHOT from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley sheaves, A redcross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot : And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, All in the blue unclouded weather As often thro' the purple night, His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river She left the web, she left the loom, She saw the helmet and the plume, |