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 Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darken'd wholly, Turn'd to tower'd Camelot; For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side, Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott. Under tower and balcony, By garden-wall and gallery, A gleaming shape she floated by, A corse between the houses high, Out Silent into Camelot. upon the wharfs they came, Knight and burgher, lord and dame, And round the prow they read her name, 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; MARIANA IN THE SOUTH. I. WITH One black shadow at its feet, The house thro' all the level shines, And shallows on a distant shore, In glaring sand and inlets bright. But "Ave Mary," made she moan, To live forgotten, and love forlorn." II. She, as her carol sadder grew, From brow and bosom slowly down Her streaming curls of deepest brown Her melancholy eyes divine, "Madonna, sad is night and morn;" And "Ah," she sang, "to be all alone, To live forgotten, and love forlorn." III. Till all the crimson changed, and past Before Our Lady murmur'd she; Complaining," Mother, give me grace And on the liquid mirror glow'd The clear perfection of her face. "Is this the form," she made her moan, IV. Nor bird would sing, nor lamb would bleat, Nor any cloud would cross the vault, But day increased from heat to heat, On stony drought and steaming salt; Till now at noon she slept again, And seem'd knee-deep in mountain grass, And runlets babbling down the glen. |