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Alfred Tennyson

Lady of Shallot.

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By the margin, willow veil’d,Slide the heavy barges trail’dBy slow horses; and unhail’dThe shallop flitteth silken-sail’dSkimming down to Camelot:But who hath seen her wave her hand?Or at the casement seen her stand?Or is she known in all the land,The Lady of Shalott?Only reapers, reaping earlyIn among the bearded barley,Hear a song that echoes cheerlyFrom the river winding clearly,Down to tower’d Camelot:And by the moon the reaper weary,Piling sheaves in uplands airy,Listening, whispers ’Tis the fairyLady of Shalott.

On either side the river lieLong fields of barley and of rye,That clothe the wold and meet the sky;And thro’ the field the road runs byTo many-tower’d Camelot;And up and down the people go,Gazing where the lilies blowRound an island there below,The island of Shalotty.Willows whiten, aspens quiver,Little breezes dusk and shiverThro’ the wave that runs for everBy the island in the riverFlowing down to Camelot.Four gray walls, and four gray towers,Overlook a space of flowers,And the silent isle imbowersThe Lady of Shalott.