In the stormy east-wind straining,The pale yellow woods were waning,The broad stream in his banks co

In the stormy east-wind straining,The pale yellow woods were waning,The broad stream in his banks co
In the stormy east-wind straining,The pale yellow woods were waning,The broad stream in his banks co
In the stormy east-wind straining,The pale yellow woods were waning,The broad stream in his banks co

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 tower’d Camelot;Down she came and found a boatBeneath a willow left afloat,And round about the prow she wrote      The Lady of Shalott.—Heard a carol, mournful, holy,Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,Till her blood was frozen slowly,And her eyes were darken’d wholly,      Turn’d to tower’d Camelot.For ere she reach’d upon the tideThe first house by the water-side,Singing in her song she died,      The Lady of Shalott. -- source link


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