"The Lady of Shalott"1
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)



		PART I. 

1   On either side the river lie 
2   Long fields of barley and of rye, 
3   That clothe the wold and meet the sky; 
4   And thro' the field the road runs by 
5      To many-tower'd Camelot; 2 
6   And up and down the people go, 
7   Gazing where the lilies blow 
8   Round an island there below, 
9      The island of Shalott. 

10   Willows whiten, aspens quiver, 
11   Little breezes dusk and shiver 
12   Thro' the wave that runs for ever 
13   By the island in the river 
14      Flowing down to Camelot. 
15   Four gray walls, and four gray towers, 
16   Overlook a space of flowers, 
17   And the silent isle imbowers 
18      The Lady of Shalott. 

19   By the margin, willow-veil'd, 
20   Slide the heavy barges trail'd 
21   By slow horses; and unhail'd 
22   The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd 
23      Skimming down to Camelot: 
24   But who hath seen her wave her hand? 
25   Or at the casement seen her stand? 
26   Or is she known in all the land, 
27      The Lady of Shalott? 

28   Only reapers, reaping early 
29   In among the bearded barley, 
30   Hear a song that echoes cheerly 3 
31   From the river winding clearly, 
32      Down to tower'd Camelot: 
33   And by the moon the reaper weary, 
34   Piling sheaves in uplands airy, 
35   Listening, whispers ''Tis the fairy 
36      Lady of Shalott.' 


		PART II. 

1   There she weaves by night and day 
2   A magic web with colours gay. 
3   She has heard a whisper say, 
4   A curse is on her if she stay 
5      To look down to Camelot. 
6   She knows not what the curse may be, 
7   And so she weaveth steadily, 
8   And little other care hath she, 
9      The Lady of Shalott. 

10   And moving thro' a mirror clear 
11   That hangs before her all the year, 
12   Shadows of the world appear. 
13   There she sees the highway near 
14      Winding down to Camelot: 
15   There the river eddy whirls, 
16   And there the surly village-churls, 
17   And the red cloaks of market girls, 
18      Pass onward from Shalott. 

19   Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, 
20   An abbot on an ambling pad, 
21   Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad, 
22   Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad, 
23      Goes by to tower'd Camelot; 
24   And sometimes thro' the mirror blue 
25   The knights come riding two and two: 
26   She hath no loyal knight and true, 
27      The Lady of Shalott. 

28   But in her web she still delights 
29   To weave the mirror's magic sights, 
30   For often thro' the silent nights 
31   A funeral, with plumes and lights 
32      And music, went to Camelot: 
33   Or when the moon was overhead, 
34   Came two young lovers lately wed; 
35   'I am half sick of shadows,' said 
36      The Lady of Shalott. 


		PART III. 

1   A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, 
2   He rode between the barley-sheaves, 
3   The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, 
4   And flamed upon the brazen greaves 
5      Of bold Sir Lancelot. 
6   A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd 
7   To a lady in his shield, 
8   That sparkled on the yellow field, 
9      Beside remote Shalott. 

10   The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, 
11   Like to some branch of stars we see 
12   Hung in the golden Galaxy. 
13   The bridle bells rang merrily 
14      As he rode down to Camelot: 
15   And from his blazon'd baldric slung 
16   A mighty silver bugle hung, 
17   And as he rode his armour rung, 
18      Beside remote Shalott. 

19   All in the blue unclouded weather 
20   Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, 
21   The helmet and the helmet-feather 
22   Burn'd like one burning flame together, 
23      As he rode down to Camelot. 
24   As often thro' the purple night, 
25   Below the starry clusters bright, 
26   Some bearded meteor, trailing light, 
27      Moves over still Shalott. 

28   His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; 
29   On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; 
30   From underneath his helmet flow'd 
31   His coal-black curls as on he rode, 
32      As he rode down to Camelot. 
33   From the bank and from the river 
34   He flash'd into the crystal mirror, 
35   'Tirra lirra,' by the river 
36      Sang Sir Lancelot. 

37   She left the web, she left the loom, 
38   She made three paces thro' the room, 
39   She saw the water-lily bloom, 
40   She saw the helmet and the plume, 
41      She look'd down to Camelot. 
42   Out flew the web and floated wide; 
43   The mirror crack'd from side to side; 
44   'The curse is come upon me,' cried 
45      The Lady of Shalott. 


		PART IV. 

1   In the stormy east-wind straining, 
2   The pale yellow woods were waning, 
3   The broad stream in his banks complaining, 
4   Heavily the low sky raining 
5      Over tower'd Camelot; 
6   Down she came and found a boat 
7   Beneath a willow left afloat, 
8   And round about the prow she wrote 
9      The Lady of Shalott. 

10   And down the river's dim expanse 
11   Like some bold ser in a trance, 
12   Seeing all his own mischance--- 
13   With a glassy countenance 
14      Did she look to Camelot. 
15   And at the closing of the day 
16   She loosed the chain, and down she lay; 
17   The broad stream bore her far away, 
18      The Lady of Shalott. 

19   Lying, robed in snowy white 
20   That loosely flew to left and right--- 
21   The leaves upon her falling light--- 
22   Thro' the noises of the night 
23      She floated down to Camelot: 
24   And as the boat-head wound along 
25   The willowy hills and fields among, 
26   They heard her singing her last song, 
27      The Lady of Shalott. 

28   Heard a carol, mournful, holy, 
29   Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, 
30   Till her blood was frozen slowly, 4 
31   And her eyes were darken'd wholly, 
32      Turn'd to tower'd Camelot. 
33   For ere she reach'd upon the tide 
34   The first house by the water-side, 
35   Singing in her song she died, 
36      The Lady of Shalott. 

37   Under tower and balcony, 
38   By garden-wall and gallery, 
39   A gleaming shape she floated by, 
40   Dead-pale between the houses high, 
41      Silent into Camelot. 
42   Out upon the wharfs they came, 
43   Knight and burgher, lord and dame, 
44   And round the prow they read her name, 
45      The Lady of Shalott. 

46   Who is this? and what is here? 
47   And in the lighted palace near 
48   Died the sound of royal cheer; 
49   And they cross'd themselves for fear, 
50      All the knights at Camelot: 
51   But Lancelot mused a little space; 
52   He said, 'She has a lovely face; 
53   God in his mercy lend her grace, 
54      The Lady of Shalott.' 

Notes

1. Taken from an Italian novelette, Donna di Scalotta . Shalott and Astolat are the same words. The Lady of Shalott is evidently the Elaine of the Morte d' Arthur , but I do not think that I had ever heard of the latter when I wrote the former. Shalott was a softer sound than "Scalott." Stalott would have been nearer Astolat.

2. (unlike the Camelot of the Celtic legends) is on the sea in the Italian story.

3. Cf. "cheerly drawing breath" ( Rich. II . I. iii. 66).

4. George Eliot liked my first the best:
Till her smooth face sharpen'd slowly.