{"id":1050,"date":"2017-09-15T14:24:50","date_gmt":"2017-09-15T14:24:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/?p=1050"},"modified":"2017-09-15T16:33:13","modified_gmt":"2017-09-15T16:33:13","slug":"the-lady-of-shalott-1842-version-alfred-lord-tennyson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/audio-recordings\/the-lady-of-shalott-1842-version-alfred-lord-tennyson\/","title":{"rendered":"The Lady of Shalott (1842 version) &#8211; Alfred, Lord Tennyson"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1055\" src=\"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/Lady-of-Shalott-John-William-Waterhouse.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"740\" height=\"567\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.robgoll.com\/content\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/Lady-of-Shalott-John-William-Waterhouse.jpg 740w, 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\/>\nLong fields of barley and of rye,<br \/>\nThat clothe the wold and meet the sky;<br \/>\nAnd thro' the field the road runs by<br \/>\nTo many-tower'd Camelot;<br \/>\nAnd up and down the people go,<br \/>\nGazing where the lilies blow<br \/>\nRound an island there below,<br \/>\nThe island of Shalott.<\/p>\n<p>Willows whiten, aspens quiver,<br \/>\nLittle breezes dusk and shiver<br \/>\nThro' the wave that runs for ever<br \/>\nBy the island in the river<br \/>\nFlowing down to Camelot.<br \/>\nFour gray walls, and four gray towers,<br \/>\nOverlook a space of flowers,<br \/>\nAnd the silent isle imbowers<br \/>\nThe Lady of Shalott.<\/p>\n<p>By the margin, willow veil'd,<br \/>\nSlide the heavy barges trail'd<br \/>\nBy slow horses; and unhail'd<br \/>\nThe shallop flitteth silken-sail'd<br \/>\nSkimming down to Camelot:<br \/>\nBut who hath seen her wave her hand?<br \/>\nOr at the casement seen her stand?<br \/>\nOr is she known in all the land,<br \/>\nThe Lady of Shalott?<\/p>\n<p>Only reapers, reaping early<br \/>\nIn among the bearded barley,<br \/>\nHear a song that echoes cheerly<br \/>\nFrom the river winding clearly,<br \/>\nDown to tower'd Camelot:<br \/>\nAnd by the moon the reaper weary,<br \/>\nPiling sheaves in uplands airy,<br \/>\nListening, whispers \" 'Tis the fairy<br \/>\nLady of Shalott.\"<\/p>\n<p><strong>Part II <\/strong><br \/>\nThere she weaves by night and day<br \/>\nA magic web with colours gay.<br \/>\nShe has heard a whisper say,<br \/>\nA curse is on her if she stay<br \/>\nTo look down to Camelot.<br \/>\nShe knows not what the curse may be,<br \/>\nAnd so she weaveth steadily,<br \/>\nAnd little other care hath she,<br \/>\nThe Lady of Shalott.<\/p>\n<p>And moving thro' a mirror clear<br \/>\nThat hangs before her all the year,<br \/>\nShadows of the world appear.<br \/>\nThere she sees the highway near<br \/>\nWinding down to Camelot:<br \/>\nThere the river eddy whirls,<br \/>\nAnd there the surly village-churls,<br \/>\nAnd the red cloaks of market girls,<br \/>\nPass onward from Shalott.<\/p>\n<p>Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,<br \/>\nAn abbot on an ambling pad,<br \/>\nSometimes a curly shepherd-lad,<br \/>\nOr long-hair'd page in crimson clad,<br \/>\nGoes by to tower'd Camelot;<br \/>\nAnd sometimes thro' the mirror blue<br \/>\nThe knights come riding two and two:<br \/>\nShe hath no loyal knight and true,<br \/>\nThe Lady of Shalott.<\/p>\n<p>But in her web she still delights<br \/>\nTo weave the mirror's magic sights,<br \/>\nFor often thro' the silent nights<br \/>\nA funeral, with plumes and lights<br \/>\nAnd music, went to Camelot:<br \/>\nOr when the moon was overhead,<br \/>\nCame two young lovers lately wed:<br \/>\n\"I am half sick of shadows,\" said<br \/>\nThe Lady of Shalott.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Part III <\/strong><br \/>\nA bow-shot from her bower-eaves,<br \/>\nHe rode between the barley-sheaves,<br \/>\nThe sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,<br \/>\nAnd flamed upon the brazen greaves<br \/>\nOf bold Sir Lancelot.<br \/>\nA red-cross knight for ever kneel'd<br \/>\nTo a lady in his shield,<br \/>\nThat sparkled on the yellow field,<br \/>\nBeside remote Shalott.<\/p>\n<p>The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,<br \/>\nLike to some branch of stars we see<br \/>\nHung in the golden Galaxy.<br \/>\nThe bridle bells rang merrily<br \/>\nAs he rode down to Camelot:<br \/>\nAnd from his blazon'd baldric slung<br \/>\nA mighty silver bugle hung,<br \/>\nAnd as he rode his armour rung,<br \/>\nBeside remote Shalott.<\/p>\n<p>All in the blue unclouded weather<br \/>\nThick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,<br \/>\nThe helmet and the helmet-feather<br \/>\nBurn'd like one burning flame together,<br \/>\nAs he rode down to Camelot.<br \/>\nAs often thro' the purple night,<br \/>\nBelow the starry clusters bright,<br \/>\nSome bearded meteor, trailing light,<br \/>\nMoves over still Shalott.<\/p>\n<p>His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;<br \/>\nOn burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;<br \/>\nFrom underneath his helmet flow'd<br \/>\nHis coal-black curls as on he rode,<br \/>\nAs he rode down to Camelot.<br \/>\nFrom the bank and from the river<br \/>\nHe flash'd into the crystal mirror,<br \/>\n\"Tirra lirra,\" by the river<br \/>\nSang Sir Lancelot.<\/p>\n<p>She left the web, she left the loom,<br \/>\nShe made three paces thro' the room,<br \/>\nShe saw the water-lily bloom,<br \/>\nShe saw the helmet and the plume,<br \/>\nShe look'd down to Camelot.<br \/>\nOut flew the web and floated wide;<br \/>\nThe mirror crack'd from side to side;<br \/>\n\"The curse is come upon me,\" cried<br \/>\nThe Lady of Shalott.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Part IV <\/strong><br \/>\nIn the stormy east-wind straining,<br \/>\nThe pale yellow woods were waning,<br \/>\nThe broad stream in his banks complaining,<br \/>\nHeavily the low sky raining<br \/>\nOver tower'd Camelot;<br \/>\nDown she came and found a boat<br \/>\nBeneath a willow left afloat,<br \/>\nAnd round about the prow she wrote<br \/>\nThe Lady of Shalott.<\/p>\n<p>And down the river's dim expanse<br \/>\nLike some bold se\u00ebr in a trance,<br \/>\nSeeing all his own mischance\u2014<br \/>\nWith a glassy countenance<br \/>\nDid she look to Camelot.<br \/>\nAnd at the closing of the day<br \/>\nShe loosed the chain, and down she lay;<br \/>\nThe broad stream bore her far away,<br \/>\nThe Lady of Shalott.<\/p>\n<p>Lying, robed in snowy white<br \/>\nThat loosely flew to left and right\u2014<br \/>\nThe leaves upon her falling light\u2014<br \/>\nThro' the noises of the night<br \/>\nShe floated down to Camelot:<br \/>\nAnd as the boat-head wound along<br \/>\nThe willowy hills and fields among,<br \/>\nThey heard her singing her last song,<br \/>\nThe Lady of Shalott.<\/p>\n<p>Heard a carol, mournful, holy,<br \/>\nChanted loudly, chanted lowly,<br \/>\nTill her blood was frozen slowly,<br \/>\nAnd her eyes were darken'd wholly,<br \/>\nTurn'd to tower'd Camelot.<br \/>\nFor ere she reach'd upon the tide<br \/>\nThe first house by the water-side,<br \/>\nSinging in her song she died,<br \/>\nThe Lady of Shalott.<\/p>\n<p>Under tower and balcony,<br \/>\nBy garden-wall and gallery,<br \/>\nA gleaming shape she floated by,<br \/>\nDead-pale between the houses high,<br \/>\nSilent into Camelot.<br \/>\nOut upon the wharfs they came,<br \/>\nKnight and burgher, lord and dame,<br \/>\nAnd round the prow they read her name,<br \/>\nThe Lady of Shalott.<\/p>\n<p>Who is this? and what is here?<br \/>\nAnd in the lighted palace near<br \/>\nDied the sound of royal cheer;<br \/>\nAnd they cross'd themselves for fear,<br \/>\nAll the knights at Camelot:<br \/>\nBut Lancelot mused a little space;<br \/>\nHe said, \"She has a lovely face;<br \/>\nGod in his mercy lend her grace,<br \/>\nThe Lady of Shalott.\"<\/p>\n<ul class=\"ssb_list_wrapper\"><li class=\"fb2\" style=\"width:135px\"><iframe 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