In the branching jaspers under the sea; And if I should carol aloud, from aloft All things that are forked, and horned, and soft Would lean out from the hollow sphere of the sea, All looking down for the love of me. SONNET TO J. M. K. My hope and heart is with thee-thou wilt be To scare church-harpies from the master's feast; Mounted in heaven wilt shoot into the dark Arrows of lightnings. I will stand and mark. THE LADY OF SHALOTT. PART I. ON either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky: To many-tower'd 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, Thro' the wave that runs for ever Flowing/down to/Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott. F By the margin, willow-veil'd, The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot : But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? The Lady of Shalott ? Only reapers, reaping early Down to tower'd Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers ""Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott." PART II. THERE she weaves by night and day |