The Lady Of Shalott

On either side of the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye That clothe the wold and meet the sky And thro' the field the road run by To many-towered Camelot And up and down the people go Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below The island of Shalott A bow shot from her bower-eaves He rode between the barley sheaves The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield That sparkled on the yellow field Beside remote Shalott She left the web, she left the loom She made three paces through the room She saw the waterlily bloom She saw the helmet and the plume She looked down to Camelot Out flew the web and floated wide The mirror cracked from side to side "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott 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 towered Camelot Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat And round about the prow she wrote 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 crossed themselves for fear 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"