The Lady of Shalott

Lyrics

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; The yellow-leaved waterlily The green-sheathed daffodilly Tremble in the water chilly Round about Shalott Willows whiten, aspens shiver The sunbeam showers break and quiver In the stream that runneth ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot Four gray walls, and four gray towers Overlook a space of flowers And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott Underneath the bearded barley The reaper, reaping late and early Hears her ever chanting cheerly Like an angel, singing clearly O'er the stream of Camelot Piling the sheaves in furrows airy Beneath the moon, the reaper weary Listening whispers, ' 'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott.' The little isle is all inrail'd With a rose-fence, and overtrail'd With roses: by the marge unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken sail'd Skimming down to Camelot A pearl garland winds her head: She leaneth on a velvet bed Full royally apparelled The Lady of Shalott No time hath she to sport and play: A charmed web she weaves alway A curse is on her, if she stay Her weaving, either night or day To look down to Camelot She knows not what the curse may be; Therefore she weaveth steadily Therefore no other care hath she The Lady of Shalott She lives with little joy or fear Over the water, running near The sheepbell tinkles in her ear Before her hangs a mirror clear Reflecting tower'd Camelot And as the mazy web she whirls She sees the surly village churls And the red cloaks of market girls Pass onward from Shalott Sometimes a troop of damsels glad An abbot on an ambling pad Sometimes a curly shepherd lad Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad Goes by to tower'd Camelot: And sometimes thro' the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two: She hath no loyal knight and true The Lady of Shalott But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, came from Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead Came two young lovers lately wed; 'I am half sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott A bow-shot from her bower-eaves He rode between the barley-sheaves The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves And flam'd 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 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 from Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung And as he rode his armour rung Beside remote Shalott All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together As he rode down from Camelot As often thro' the purple night Below the starry clusters bright Some bearded meteor, trailing light Moves over green Shalott His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode As he rode down from Camelot From the bank and from the river He flash'd into the crystal mirror 'Tirra lirra, tirra lirra:' Sang Sir Lancelot She left the web, she left the loom She made three paces thro' the room She saw the water-flower bloom She saw the helmet and the plume She look'd down to Camelot Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd 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 tower'd Camelot; Outside the isle a shallow boat Beneath a willow lay afloat Below the carven stern she wrote The Lady of Shalott A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight All raimented in snowy white That loosely flew (her zone in sight Clasp'd with one blinding diamond bright) Her wide eyes fix'd on Camelot Though the squally east-wind keenly Blew, with folded arms serenely By the water stood the queenly Lady of Shalott With a steady stony glance— Like some bold seer in a trance Beholding all his own mischance Mute, with a glassy countenance— She look'd down to Camelot It was the closing of the day: She loos'd the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away The Lady of Shalott As when to sailors while they roam By creeks and outfalls far from home Rising and dropping with the foam From dying swans wild warblings come Blown shoreward; so to Camelot Still as the boathead wound along The willowy hills and fields among They heard her chanting her deathsong The Lady of Shalott A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy She chanted loudly, chanted lowly Till her eyes were darken'd wholly And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly Turn'd to tower'd Camelot: For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side Singing in her song she died The Lady of Shalott Under tower and balcony By garden wall and gallery A pale, pale corpse she floated by Deadcold, between the houses high Dead into tower'd Camelot Knight and burgher, lord and dame To the planked wharfage came: Below the stern they read her name The Lady of Shalott They cross'd themselves, their stars they blest Knight, minstrel, abbot, squire, and guest There lay a parchment on her breast That puzzled more than all the rest The wellfed wits at Camelot 'The web was woven curiously The charm is broken utterly Draw near and fear not,—this is I The Lady of Shalott.'