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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341744" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lady of Shalott (1842)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">PART I<br> On either side the river lie<br> Long fields of barley and of rye,<br> That clothe the wold and meet the sky;<br> And thro' the field the road runs by<br> To many-tower'd Camelot;<br> And up and down the people go,<br> Gazing where the lilies blow<br> Round an island there below,<br> The island of Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Willows whiten, aspens quiver,<br> Little breezes dusk and shiver<br> Thro' the wave that runs for ever<br> By the island in the river<br> Flowing down to Camelot.<br> Four gray walls, and four gray towers,<br> Overlook a space of flowers,<br> And the silent isle imbowers<br> The Lady of Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> By the margin, willow veil'd,<br> Slide the heavy barges trail'd<br> By slow horses; and unhail'd<br> The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd<br> Skimming down to Camelot:<br> But who hath seen her wave her hand?<br> Or at the casement seen her stand?<br> Or is she known in all the land,<br> The Lady of Shalott?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Only reapers, reaping early<br> In among the bearded barley,<br> Hear a song that echoes cheerly<br> From the river winding clearly,<br> Down to tower'd Camelot:<br> And by the moon the reaper weary,<br> Piling sheaves in uplands airy,<br> Listening, whispers " 'Tis the fairy<br> Lady of Shalott."PART II</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> There she weaves by night and day<br> A magic web with colours gay.<br> She has heard a whisper say,<br> A curse is on her if she stay<br> To look down to Camelot.<br> She knows not what the curse may be,<br> And so she weaveth steadily,<br> And little other care hath she,<br> The Lady of Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And moving thro' a mirror clear<br> That hangs before her all the year,<br> Shadows of the world appear.<br> There she sees the highway near<br> Winding down to Camelot:<br> There the river eddy whirls,<br> And there the surly village-churls,<br> And the red cloaks of market girls,<br> Pass onward from Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,<br> An abbot on an ambling pad,<br> Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,<br> Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,<br> Goes by to tower'd Camelot;<br> And sometimes thro' the mirror blue<br> The knights come riding two and two:<br> She hath no loyal knight and true,<br> The Lady of Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But in her web she still delights<br> To weave the mirror's magic sights,<br> For often thro' the silent nights<br> A funeral, with plumes and lights<br> And music, went to Camelot:<br> Or when the moon was overhead,<br> Came two young lovers lately wed:<br> "I am half sick of shadows," said<br> The Lady of Shalott.PART III</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,<br> He rode between the barley-sheaves,<br> The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,<br> And flamed upon the brazen greaves<br> Of bold Sir Lancelot.<br> A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd<br> To a lady in his shield,<br> That sparkled on the yellow field,<br> Beside remote Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,<br> Like to some branch of stars we see<br> Hung in the golden Galaxy.<br> The bridle bells rang merrily<br> As he rode down to Camelot:<br> And from his blazon'd baldric slung<br> A mighty silver bugle hung,<br> And as he rode his armour rung,<br> Beside remote Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> All in the blue unclouded weather<br> Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,<br> The helmet and the helmet-feather<br> Burn'd like one burning flame together,<br> As he rode down to Camelot.<br> As often thro' the purple night,<br> Below the starry clusters bright,<br> Some bearded meteor, trailing light,<br> Moves over still Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;<br> On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;<br> From underneath his helmet flow'd<br> His coal-black curls as on he rode,<br> As he rode down to Camelot.<br> From the bank and from the river<br> He flash'd into the crystal mirror,<br> "Tirra lirra," by the river<br> Sang Sir Lancelot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> She left the web, she left the loom,<br> She made three paces thro' the room,<br> She saw the water-lily bloom,<br> She saw the helmet and the plume,<br> She look'd down to Camelot.<br> Out flew the web and floated wide;<br> The mirror crack'd from side to side;<br> "The curse is come upon me," cried<br> The Lady of Shalott.PART IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> In the stormy east-wind straining,<br> The pale yellow woods were waning,<br> The broad stream in his banks complaining, <br> Heavily the low sky raining<br> Over tower'd Camelot;<br> Down she came and found a boat<br> Beneath a willow left afloat,<br> And round about the prow she wrote<br> The Lady of Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> And down the river's dim expanse<br> Like some bold seër in a trance,<br> Seeing all his own mischance--<br> With a glassy countenance<br> Did she look to Camelot.<br> And at the closing of the day<br> She loosed the chain, and down she lay;<br> The broad stream bore her far away,<br> The Lady of Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Lying, robed in snowy white<br> That loosely flew to left and right--<br> The leaves upon her falling light--<br> Thro' the noises of the night<br> She floated down to Camelot:<br> And as the boat-head wound along<br> The willowy hills and fields among,<br> They heard her singing her last song,<br> The Lady of Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Heard a carol, mournful, holy,<br> Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,<br> Till her blood was frozen slowly,<br> And her eyes were darken'd wholly,<br> Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.<br> For ere she reach'd upon the tide<br> The first house by the water-side,<br> Singing in her song she died,<br> The Lady of Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Under tower and balcony,<br> By garden-wall and gallery,<br> A gleaming shape she floated by,<br> Dead-pale between the houses high,<br> Silent into Camelot.<br> Out upon the wharfs they came,<br> Knight and burgher, lord and dame,<br> And round the prow they read her name,<br> The Lady of Shalott.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> Who is this? and what is here?<br> And in the lighted palace near<br> Died the sound of royal cheer;<br> And they cross'd themselves for fear,<br> All the knights at Camelot:<br> But Lancelot mused a little space;<br> He said, "She has a lovely face;<br> God in his mercy lend her grace,<br> The Lady of Shalott."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Lord+Tennyson">Alfred Lord Tennyson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341744" data-title="The Lady of Shalott (1842) de Alfred Lord Tennyson" data-description="PART I On either side the river lie 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, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an..."></div> </div> </div>
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