Seeing all his own mischance- 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- She floated down to Camelot; Heard a carol, mournful, holy, 130 135 140 145 Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly, Turned to towered Camelot, Under tower and balcony, A gleaming shape she floated by, 155 160 Out upon the wharfs they came, Who is this? and what is here? And in the lighted palace near CENONE There lies a vale in Ida, lovelier Than all the valleys of Ionian hills. 165 170 The swimming vapor slopes athwart the Puts forth an arm, and creeps from pine glen, caves 35 As lovelier than whatever Oread haunt That house the cold crowned snake! O The knolls of Ida, loveliest in all grace Of movement, and the charm of married brows.' mountain brooks, I am the daughter of a River-God, |