Below the starry clusters bright, His broad clear brow in sunlight glowed; As he rode down to Camelot. 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 saw the helmet and the plume, She looked down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; PART IV. IN the stormy east-wind straining, Over towered Camelot ; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And round about the prow she wrote And down the river's dim expanse Like some bold seër in a trance, 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 light- 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, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly, For ere she reached upon the tide Under tower and balcony, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, Who is this? and what is here? All the knights at Camelot : But Lancelot mused a little space; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott." MARIANA IN THE SOUTH. I. WITH One black shadow at its feet, And shallows on a distant shore, But "Ave Mary," made she moan, II. She, as her carol sadder grew, From brow and bosom slowly down Through rosy taper fingers drew Her streaming curls of deepest brown |