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.
The complete poetical works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson.
Harper & Brothers, Publishers.
The Lady of Shalott
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 and the plume,
She look’d down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide :
The mirror crack’d from side to side ;
“The curse is come upon me,” cried
The Lady of Shalott.