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��LORD TENNYSON 708 The Lady of Shalott
PART I
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 Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
By the margin, willow-veiPd, Slide the heavy barges traiFd By slow horses; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-saiPd
Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?
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