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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 flash'd into the crystal mirror,

"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,

She saw the helmet and the plume,

She looked 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

The lady of Shalott.

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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

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.

And down the river's dim expanse ·

Like some bold seër in a trance,

Seeing all his own mischance

With a glassy countenance

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Did she look 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.

Lying, robed in snowy white

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
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,

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,

Singing in her song she died,

The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower of balcony,

By garden-wall and gallery,

A gleaming shape she floated by,

A corse between the houses high,

Out

Silent into Camelot.

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 cross'd themselves for fear,

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."

MARIANA IN THE SOUTH.

I.

WITH One black shadow at its feet,

The house thro' all the level shines,
Close-latticed to the brooding heat,
And silent in its dusty vines:
A faint-blue ridge upon the right,
An empty river-bed before,

And shallows on a distant shore,

In glaring sand and inlets bright.

But" Ave Mary," made she moan,
And "Ave Mary," night and morn,
And "Ah," she sang "to be all alone,

To live forgotten, and love forlorn."

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