THE LADY OF SHALOTT
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either side the river He
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; 5
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, IO
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro* the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls* and four grey towers, 15
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
By the margin, willow-veil'd,
Slide the heavy barges traiPd 20
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop ftitteth silken-sailed
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand ? 25
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?
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