The Lady Of Shalott - Edit

On either side of the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye
That clothe the wold and meet the sky
And thro' the field the road run by
To many-towered Camelot

And up and down the people go
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below
The island of Shalott

A bow shot from her bower-eaves
He rode between the barley sheaves
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot

A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield
That sparkled on the yellow field
Beside remote Shalott

She left the web, she left the loom
She made three paces through the room
She saw the waterlily bloom
She saw the helmet and the plume
She looked down to Camelot

Out flew the web and floated wide
The mirror cracked from side to side
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott

In the stormy east wind straining
The pale yellow woods were waning
The broad stream in his banks complaining
Heavily the low sky raining
Over towered Camelot

Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott

Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer
And they crossed themselves for fear
The Knights at Camelot

But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face
God in his mercy lend her grace
The Lady of Shalott"