And down the river's dim expanse Like some bold seër in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance With a glassy countenance Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; Lying robed in snowy white She floated down to Camelot; Heard a carol, mournful, holy, 130 135 140 145 Puts forth an arm, and creeps to pine, from pine And loiters, slowly drawn. On either hand The lawns and meadow-ledges midway |