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Tennyson. The Lady of Shalott....

Another quite long poem.....

So, I've done a 'condensed version' for you...

The edits are mine...

The Lady of Shalott [1830]

by Alfred Lord Tennyson

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of 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 lillies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two lovers lately wed:
"I am half sick of shadows" said
The Lady of Shalott.

A bowshot from her bower eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sum came dazzling through the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight forever kneeled
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glowed;
On burnished hooves his war horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flowed
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror
"Tirra Lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She looked down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror cracked from side to side;
"The curse has come upon me cried"
The Lady of Shalott.

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 towered Camelot.
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath 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 darkened wholly,
Turned to towered Camelot.
For ere she reached upon the tide
The first house by the waterside,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.


Cormo, did that for either my group, inter or leaving cert can't remember which. Will have to go up to my mothers and root out my old notes, they're still there

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