THE LADY OF SHALOTT
PART II
There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily.
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
And moving thro' a mirror clear 10
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Gamelot :
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village-churls.
And the red cloaks of market girls.
Pass onward from Shalott.
Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad, 20
Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,
Goes by to tower'd Gamelot ;
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two :
She hath no loyal knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' the silent nights 30
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot :
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