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 and down the people go, up Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, 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 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 is she known in all the land, Only reapers, reaping early Down to towered Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weary, Listening, whispers ""T is the fairy 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, And moving through a mirror clear There she sees the highway near There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market-girls, VOL. I. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, 6 Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, And sometimes through the mirror blue But in her web she still delights And music, went to Camelot : Or when the moon was overhead, PART III. A BOW-SHOT from her bower-eaves, |