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.”