the-writers-ramblings:literature series → lady of shalotton either side the river lie
the-writers-ramblings:literature series → lady of shalotton either side the river lielong fields of barley and of rye,that clothe the wold and meet the sky;and thro’ the field the road runs byto many-tower’d camelot;and up and down the people go,gazing where the lilies blowround an island there below,the island of shalottthere she weaves by night and daya magic web with colours gay.she has heard a whisper say,a curse is on her if she stayto look down to camelot.lying, robed in snowy whitethat loosely flew to left and rightthe leaves upon her falling lightthro’ the noises of the nightshe floated down to camelotand as the boat-head wound alongthe willowy hills and fields among,they heard her singing her last song,the lady of shalott -- source link
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