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forseti - the lady of shalott lyrics

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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 island there below
the island of shalott

willows whiten, aspens quiver
little breezes dusk and shiver
through the wave that runs for ever
by the island in the river
flowing down to camelot
four grey walls, and four grey towers
overlook a sp-ce of flowers
and the silent isle imbowers
the lady of shalott

by the margin, willow veil’d
slide the heavy barges trail’d
by slow horses; and unhail’d
the shallop flitteth silken-sail’d
skimming down to camelot:
but who hath seen her wave her hand?
or at the cas-m-nt seen her stand?
or is she known in all the land
the lady of shalott?

only reapers, reaping early
in among the bearded barley
hear a song that echoes cheerly
from 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 fairy
lady of shalott.”

there she weaves by night and day
a magic web with colours g-y
she has heard a whisper say
a curse is on her if she stay
to look down to camelot
she knows not what the curse may be
and so she weaveth steadily
and little other care hath she
the lady of shalott

and moving through a mirror clear
that hangs before her all the year
shadows of the world appear
there she sees the highway near
winding down to camelot
there the river eddy whirls
and there the surly village churls
and the red cloaks of market girls
p-ss 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 through 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 through the silent nights
a funeral, with plumes and lights
and music, went to 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 flamed 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 to camelot:
and from his blazon’d baldric slung
a mighty silver bugle hung
and as he rode his armor 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 to camelot
as often thro’ the purple night
below the starry cl-sters bright
some bearded meteor, burning bright
moves over still 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 to camelot
from the bank and from the river
he flashed into the crystal mirror
“tirra lirra,” by the river
sang sir lancelot

she left the web, she left the loom
she made three paces through the room
she saw the water-lily 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
down she came and found a boat
beneath a willow left afloat
and around about the prow she wrote
the lady of shalott

and down the river’s dim expanse
like some bold seer in a trance
seeing all his own mischance
with a gl-ssy countenance
did she look to camelot
and at the closing of the day
she loosed the chain, and down she lay
the broad stream bore her far away
the lady of shalott

lying, robed in snowy white
that loosely flew to left and right
the leaves upon her falling light
thro’ the noises of the night
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
chanted loudly, chanted lowly
till her blood was frozen slowly
and her eyes were darkened wholly
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 balc ony
by garden-wall and gallery
a gleaming shape she floated by
dead-pale between the houses high
silent into camelot
out upon the wharfs they came
knight and burgher, lord and dame
and around the prow they read her name
the lady of shalott

who is this? and what is here?
and in the lighted palace near
died the sound of royal cheer
and they crossed themselves for fear
all the knights at camelot
but lancelot mused a little sp-ce
he said, “she has a lovely face
god in his mercy lend her grace
the lady of shalott

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