OLD AND NEW
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—
Thro5 the noises of the night 10
She floated down to Camelot :
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among.
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.
Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly.
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot ; 20
For ere she reach5 d upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.
Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came, 30
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.
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