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 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, Little breezes dusk and shiver By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, And the silent isle imbowers By the margin, willow-veiled, 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? Hear a song that echoes cheerly Down to towered Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weary, Listening, whispers ""T is the fairy VOL. I. PART II. THERE she weaves by night and day 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, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. And moving through a mirror clear There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot: 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, 6 |