The Lady of Shalott
by Lord Alfred Tennyson

　　On either side of the river lie
　　Long fields of barley and of rye
　　That clothe the world and meet the sky
　　And through the field the road run 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
　　Little 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 grey towers
　　Overlook a space of flowers
　　And the silent isle embowers
　　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
　　And by the moon, the reaper weary
　　Piling sheaves in uplands airy
　　Listening, whispers, \"\'Tis the fairy
　　The Lady of Shalott\"

　　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 what the curse may be
　　And so she weaveth steadily
　　Little other care hath she
　　The Lady of Shalott

　　And moving through a mirror clear
　　There hangs before her all the year
　　Shadows of the world appear
　　There she sees the highway near
　　Winding down to 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

　　But in her web she still delights
　　To weave the mirror\'s magic sights
　　For often through 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
　　\"I\'m half sick of shadows,\" she said
　　The Lady of Shalott

　　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 for ever kneeled
　　To a lady in his shield
　　That sparkled on the yellow field
　　Beside remote Shalott

　　His broad clear brow in sunlight glowed
　　On burnished hooves his war-horse trode
　　From underneath his helmet flowed
　　His coal-black curls as on he rode
　　As he rode back to Camelot
　　And from the bank and from the river
　　He flashed into the crystal mirror
　　\"Tirra Lirra,\" by the river
　　Sang Sir Lancelot

　　She left the web, she left the loom
　　She made three paces through the room
　　She saw the water lily bloom
　　She saw the helmet and the 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

　　In the stormy east wind straining
　　The pale yellow 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 mischance
　　With a glassy countenance
　　She looked to Camelot
　　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

　　Heard a carol, mournful, holy
　　Chanted 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
　　And 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 lighted palace near
　　Died the sound of royal cheer
　　And they crossed themselves for fear
　　The knights at Camelot
　　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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