LORD TENNYSON
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 1 ' 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 complaining, Heavily the low bky raining
Over tower'd Camelot; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And round 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 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.
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:
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