literature women // elaine of astolat

lying, robed in snowy white
that loosely flew to left and right –
the leaves upon her falling light –
thro’ the noises of the night
           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.


Mythology Dreamcast: Isolda Dychauk as The Lady of Shalott

 Who is this? and what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they cross’d themselves for fear,
           All the knights at Camelot:
But Lancelot mused a little space;
He said, “She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
           The Lady of Shalott.”