There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot: There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village-churls, Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights PART III A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight forever kneel'd That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, 45 54 63 72 And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weather As often thro' the purple night, Moves over still Shalott. 443 His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; As he rode down to Camelot. Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, PART IV In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, 90 99 108 117 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, Under tower and balcony, A gleaming shape she floated by, Silent into Camelot. 144 153 171 3 "Thine anguish will not let thee sleep, Nor any train of reason keep: 6 12 "Some turn this sickness yet might take, Ev'n yet." But he: "What drug can make A wither'd palsy cease to shake?" I wept, "Tho' I should die, I know That all about the thorn will blow 15 In tufts of rosy-tinted snow; |