Thursday, December 25

The Last Poem of 2008

"The Lady of Shalott"
by
Dante Gabriel Rossetti




by

Lord Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892)


Part I

On either side the rive lie
Long fields of barley and rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky,
And through the field the road runs 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.


Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breeze dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs forever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow-veiled,
Slide the heavy barges trailed
By slow horses; and unhailed
The shallop flitteth silken-sailed
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her waver her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?
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