[This division of this volume was published in the winter of 1832. Some of the poems have been considerably altered. Others have been added, which, with one exception, were written in 1833.] THE LADY OF SHALOTT. PART I. N either side the river lie ON Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by To many-tower'd Camelot ; And up and down the people go, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott. By the margin, willow-veil'd, The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot : But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early Down to tower'd Camelot : PART II. HERE she weaves by night and day ΤΗ A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, 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 thro' a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Winding down to Camelot : There the river eddy whirls, Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, Goes by to tower'd Camelot ; And sometimes thro' the mirror blue But in her web she still delights And music, went to Camelot : |