LORD TENNYSON
The gemmy bridle glitter J 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 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 to Camelot. As often thro* the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
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 flash'd into the crystal mirror, 'Tirra lirra,' by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.
She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' the room,
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