THE LADY OF SHALOTT

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd ;
On burnish3d 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,
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," cried

The Lady of Shalott.

PART IV
In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning, 20
The broad stream in his banks complain
ing,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Gamelot;
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— 30