LORD TENNYSON

As often thro* the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light, Moves over still Shalott.

��His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd ; On burnishM hooves his war-horse trode ; From underneath his helmet flow'd 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 thro' the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet a,nd the plume,

She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side ; 1 The curse is come upon me ! ' cried

The Lady of Shalott.

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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 ;

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