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And up and down the people go,

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, 55 Gazing where the lilies blow

An abbot on an ambling pad,
Round an island there below,

Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,
The island of Shalott.

Or long-haired page in crimson clad,

Goes by to towered Camelot; Willows whiten, aspens quiver,

And sometimes through the mirror blue 60 Little breezes dusk and shiver

The knights come riding two and two:
Through the wave that runs for ever She hath no loyal knight and true,
By the island in the river

The Lady of Shalott.
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers, 15 But in her web she still delights
Overlook a space of flowers,

To weave the mirror's magic sights, 65 And the silent isle imbowers

For often through the silent nights
The Lady of Shalott.

A funeral, with plumes and lights

And music, went to Camelot; By the margin, willow-veiled,

Or when the moon was overhead, Slide the heavy barges trailed

Came two young lovers lately wed; By slow horses; and unhailed

“I am half sick of shadows,” said The shallop flitteth silken-sailed

The Lady of Shalott.
Skimming down to Camelot;
But who hath seen her wave her hand?

Or at the casement seen her stand?

25 | A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, Or is she known in all the land,

He rode between the barley-sheaves,
The Lady of Shalott?

The sun

came dazzling through the

leaves, Only reapers, reaping early

75 In among the bearded barley,

And flamed upon the brazen greaves

Of bold Sir Lancelot. Hear a song that echoes cheerly

30 From the river winding clearly,

A red-cross knight for ever kneeled,
Down to towered Camelot;

To a lady in his shield,
And by the moon the reaper weary,

That sparkled on the yellow field, 80 Piling sheaves in uplands airy,

Beside remote Shalott. Listening, whispers “'Tis the fairy

35 Lady of Shalott."

The gemmy bridle glittered free,

Like to some branch of stars we see

Hung in the golden Galaxy.
There she weaves by night and day

The bridle bells rang merrily A magic web with colors gay.

As he rode down to Camelot; She has heard a whisper say,

And from his blazoned baldric slung A curse is on her if she stay


A mighty silver bugle hung,
To look down to Camelot.

And as he rode his armor rung,
She knows not what the curse may be,

Beside remote Shalott.

90 And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she,

All in the blue unclouded weather
The Lady of Shalott.

Thick-jeweled shone the saddle-leather, 45

The helmet and the helmet-feather And moving through a mirror clear Burned like one burning flame together, That hangs before her all the year,

As he rode down to Camelot; 95 Shadows of the world appear.

As often through the purple night, There she sees the highway near

Below the starry clusters bright, Winding down to Camelot; 50 Some bearded meteor, trailing light, There the river eddy whirls,

Moves over still Shalott.

99 And there the surly village-churls, And the red cloaks of market girls, His broad clear brow in sunlight glowed; Pass onward from Shalott.

On burnished hooves his war-horse trode;


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Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,

155 A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high,

Silent into Camelot. Out uport the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, 160 And round the prow they read her name,

The Lady of Shalott.


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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 looked down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror cracked from side to side; 115
“The curse is come upon me,” cried
The Lady of Shalott.

PART IV In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complain

ing, Heavily the low sky raining

Over towered Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote 125

The Lady of Shalott.
And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seër in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance-
With a glassy 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.

135 Lying robed in snowy white That loosely flew to left and rightThe leaves upon her falling lightThrough the noises of the night She floated down to Camelot;

140 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,

145 Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly,

Turned to towered Camelot,

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She, leaning on a fragment twined with Clustered about his temples like a God's; vine,

And his cheek brightened as the foamSang to the stillness, till the mountain- bow brightens

60 shade

When the wind blows the foam, and all my Sloped downward to her seat from the heart

Went forth to embrace him coming ere

he came. “O mother Ida, many fountained Ida, Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die.

“Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. For now the noonday quiet holds the hill; He smiled, and opening out his milkThe grasshopper is silent in the grass; 25

white palm The lizard, with his shadow on the stone, Disclosed a fruit of pure Hesperian gold, 65 Rests like a shadow, and the winds are That smelled ambrosially, and while I dead.

looked The purple flower droops, the golden bee And listened, the full-flowing river of Is lily-cradled: I alone awake.


speech My eyes are full of tears, my heart of love, Came down upon my heart: My heart is breaking and my eyes are dim,

My own Enone, And I am all aweary of my life.

Beautiful-browed Enone, my own soul,

Behold this fruit, whose gleaming rind in"O mother Ida, many-fountained Ida, graven

70 Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. For the most fair, would seem to award it Hear me, O earth, hear me, 0 hills, O

thine, 35

As lovelier than whatever Oread haunt That house the cold crowned snake! O The knolls of Ida, loveliest in all grace mountain brooks,

Of movement, and the charm of married I am the daughter of a River-God,

brows.' Hear me, for I will speak, and build up all My sorrow with my song, as yonder walls “Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. 75 Rose slowly to a music slowly breathed, 40 He pressed the blossom of his lips to mine, A cloud that gathered shape; for it may be And added, “This was cast upon the board, That, while I speak of it, a little while When all the full-faced presence of the My heart may wander from its deeper woe. Gods

Ranged in the halls of Peleus; whereupon “O mother Ida, many-fountained Ida, Rose feud, with question unto whom 'twere Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. 45 due;

80 I waited underneath the dawning hills; But light-foot Iris brought it yester-eve,

Aloft the mountain-lawn was dewy-dark, Delivering, that to me, by common voice And dewy-dark aloft the mountain-pine. Elected umpire, Here comes to-day, Beautiful Paris, evil-hearted Paris,

Pallas and Aphrodite, claiming each Leading a jet-black goat, white-horned, This meed of fairest. Thou, within the white-hooved,

85 Came up from reedy Simois all alone. Behind yon whispering tuft of oldest pine,

Mayst well behold them unbeheld, unheard “O mother Ida, harken ere I die. Hear all, and see thy Paris judge of Gods.' Far off the torrent called me from the cleft; Far up the solitary morning smote

“Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. The streaks of virgin snow. With down- It was the deep midnoon; one silvery cloud dropped eyes

55 Had lost his way between the piny sides 91 I sat alone; white-breasted like a star Of this long glen. Then to the bower they Fronting the dawn he moved; a leopard came, skin

Naked they came to that smooth-swarded Drooped from his shoulder, but his sunny bower, hair

And at their feet the crocus brake like fire,



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Violet, amaracus, and asphodel, 95

“Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. Lotos and lilies; and a wind arose, She ceased, and Paris held the costly fruit And overhead the wandering ivy and vine, Out at arm's-length, so much the thought This way and that, in many a wild festoon

Flattered his spirit; but Pallas where she Ran riot, garlanding the gnarlèd boughs stood

135 With bunch and berry and flower through Somewhat apart, her clear and barèd limbs and through

O'erthwarted with the brazen-headed spear

Upon her pearly shoulder leaning cold, "O mother Ida, harken ere I die. The while, above, her full and earnest eye On the tree-tops a crested peacock lit, Over her snow-cold breast and angry cheek And o'er him flowed a golden cloud, and Kept watch, waiting decision, made leaned


141 Upon him, slowly dropping fragrant dew. 'Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, Then first I heard the voice of her to whom These three alone lead life to sovereign Coming through heaven, like a light that power. grows

106 Yet not for power (power of herself Larger and clearer, with one mind the Would come uncalled for) but to live by Gods


145 Rise up for reverence. She to Paris made Acting the law we live by without fear; Proffer of royal power, ample rule

And, because right is right, to follow right Unquestioned, overflowing revenue Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.' Wherewith to embellish state, 'from many

“Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. And river-sundered champaign clothed Again she said: 'I woo thee not with gifts.

Sequel of guerdon could not alter me 151 Or labored mine undrainable of ore. To fairer. Judge thou me by what I am, Honor,' she said, 'and homage, tax and So shalt thou find me fairest. toll,

Yet, indeed, From many an inland town and haven If gazing on divinity disrobed large,

115 | Thy mortal eyes are frail to judge of fair, Mast-thronged beneath her shadowing Unbiased by self-profit, O, rest thee sure citadel

That I shall love thee well and cleave to In glassy bays among her tallest towers.' thee,


So that my vigor, wedded to thy blood, "O mother Ida, harken ere I die. Shall strike within thy pulses, like a Still she spake on and still she spake of God's, power,

To push thee forward through a life of 'Which in all action is the end of all;


160 Power fitted to the season; wisdom-bred Dangers, and deeds, until endurance grow And throned of wisdom-from all neighbor Sinewed with action, and the full-grown

crowns Alliance and allegiance, till thy hand Circled through all experiences, pure law, Fail from the sceptre-staff. Such boon Commeasure perfect freedom.'

Here she ceased, From me, heaven's queen, Paris, to thee And Paris pondered and I cried, 'O Paris, king-born,


Give it to Pallas!' but he heard me not, 166 A shepherd all thy life but yet king-born, Or hearing would not hear me, woe is me! Should come most welcome, seeing men,

"O mother Ida, many-fountained Ida, Only, are likest Gods, who have attained Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. Rest in a happy place and quiet seats Idalian Aphrodite beautiful,

170 Above the thunder, with undying bliss 130 Fresh as the foam, new-bathed in Paphian In knowledge of their own supremacy.'


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With rosy slender fingers backward drew Fostered the callow eaglet-from beneath From her warm brows and bosom her Whose thick mysterious boughs in the dark

deep hair Ambrosial, golden round her lucid throat The panther's roar came muffled, while I And shoulder; from the violets her light sat foot

Low in the valley. Never, never more Shone rosy-white, and o'er her rounded Shall lone Enone see the morning mist form

Sweep through them; never see them overBetween the shadows of the vine-bunches laid Floated the glowing sunlights, as she With narrow moonlit slips of silver cloud, moved.

Between the loud stream and the trembling stars.

215 Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. She with a subtle smile in her mild eyes, “O mother, hear me yet before I die. The herald of her triumph, drawing nigh I wish that somewhere in the ruined folds, Half-whispered in his ear, I promise Among the fragments tumbled from the thee

182 glens, The fairest and most loving wife in Greece.' | Or the dry thickets, I could meet with her She spoke and laughed; I shut my sight The Abominable, that uninvited came 220 for fear;

Into the fair Peleian banquet-hall, But when I looked, Paris had raised his And cast the golden fruit upon the board, arm,

185 And bred this change; that I might speak And I beheld great Here's angry eyes, As she withdrew into the golden cloud, And tell her to her face how much I hate And I was left alone within the bower; Her presence, hated both of Gods and And from that time to this I am alone,

225 And I shall be alone until I die.


“O mother, hear me yet before I die. “Yet, mother Ida, harken ere I die. Hath he not sworn his love a thousand Fairest—why fairest wife? am I not fair? times, My love hath told me so a thousand times. In this green valley, under this green hill, Methinks I must be fair, for yesterday, Even on this hand, and sitting on this When I passed by, a wild and wanton stone? pard,


Sealed it with kisses? watered it with Eyed like the evening star, with playful tears?

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O happy tears, and how unlike to these! Crouched fawning in the weed. Most O happy heaven, how canst thou see my loving is she?

face? Ah me, my mountain shepherd, that my O happy earth, how canst thou bear my

weight? Were wound about thee, and my hot lips O death, death, death, thou ever-floating pressed

cloud, Close, close to thine in that quick-falling There are enough unhappy on this earth, dew

Pass by the happy souls, that love to live; Of fruitful kisses, thick as autumn rains I pray thee, pass before my light of life, Flash in the pools of whirling Simois! And shadow all my soul, that I may die.

Thou weighest heavy on the heart within, “O mother, hear me yet before I die. Weigh heavy on my eyelids; let me die. 240 They came, they cut away my tallest pines, My tall dark pines, that plumed the craggy O mother, hear me yet before I die. ledge


I will not die alone, for fiery thoughts High over the blue gorge, and all between Do shape themselves within me, more and The snowy peak and snow-white cataract more, 1 leopard.

Whereof I catch the issue, as I hear




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