His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; As he rode down to Camelot. Sang Sir Lancelot. Winding down to Camelot: There the river eddy whirls, And the red cloaks of market girls, Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights PART III A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight forever kneel'd Beside remote Shalott. 63 72 99 108 That sparkled on the yellow field, The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, 126 Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, She floated down to Camelot: And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott. Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, Dead-pale between the houses high, Silent into Camelot. Out upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name, The Lady of Shalott. Who is this? and what is here? And in the lighted palace near THE TWO VOICES A still small voice spake unto me, Then to the still small voice I said; "Let me not cast in endless shade What is so wonderfully made." 144 153 162 |