Seeing all his own mischance With a glassy countenance Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay ; Lying, robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and right— The leaves upon her falling lightThro' 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, Turn'd to tower'd Camelot. For ere she reached upon the tide Under tower and balcony, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Who is this? and what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; 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. WITH one black shadow at its feet, The house thro' all the level shines, But Ave Mary,' made she moan, |