oft amid thy stores?
Wh o hath not seen thce?-fan' thy haunta ai'c many
abroad
Sometimes whoeever seeks fai1 tliot* may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floorr Thy hair soft lifted by the winnowing wind
Or on a half reap'd furrow sound asleep Dos'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers
-Spam fui auiiiL jluiubiuus minutes the IILA! swath;
An d sometimes like a gleans thost dost keep Steady thy laden head across the brook; Or by a Cyder-press with patent look
Tho u watchest the last oozing hours by hours
Wher e are the songs of Sping? Aye where are they? Think not of them thou hast thy music too?
barred bloom
While -a guld' clouds ^ildsihe soft-dying day
And with
?AflTf Touching LllU the stibble plains ^rosy hue? Then in a waiful quire the small gnats mourn Amon g the river sallows, eu the 'borne afots Or sinking as the light wind lives and dies; And full grown Lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn, Hedge crickets sing, and now again full soft Th e Redbreast whistles from a garden croft:
IIID HUH fiuuk Mill
And Gather'd Swallows twiter in the Skies?
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON From The Lady of Shalott1 [Version of 1832]
PART TH E FIRST.
On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold, and meet the sky. An d thro' the field the road runs by
1. First published in Tennyson's Poems of 1832 of 1832. The final form of the poem reprinted in (dated 1833 on the title page). The volume was the selections from Tennyson, above, differs from severely criticized by some reviewers; partly in the revised version that Tennyson published in response to this criticism, Tennyson radically 1842 only in line 157, which in 1842 read 'A corse revised a number of the poems, including 'The between the houses high'; Tennyson changed the Lady of Shalott,' before reprinting them in his line to 'Dead-pale between the houses high' in Poems (1842). 1855. Parts 1 and 4 are reproduced here in the version
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To manytowered Camelot. Th e yellowleaved waterlily, Th e greensheathed daffodilly, Tremble in the water chilly,
Round about Shallot.
Willows whiten, aspens shiver, The sunbeam-showers break and quiver In the stream that runneth ever By the island in the river,
Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers Overlook a space of flowers, An d the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shallot.
Underneath the bearded barley, Th e reaper, reaping late and early, Hears her ever chanting cheerly, Like an angel, singing clearly,
O'er the stream of Camelot. Piling the sheaves in furrows airy, Beneath the moon, the reaper weary Listening whispers, ' 'tis the fairy
Lady of Shalott.'
Th e little isle is all inrailed Wit h a rose-fence, and overtrailed Wit h roses: by the marge unhailed Th e shallop flitteth silkensailed,
Skimming down to Camelot. A pearlgarland winds her head: She leaneth on a velvet bed, Full royally apparelled,
Th e Lady of Shalott.
* $ >f PART THE FOURTH.
In the stormy eastwind straining Th e pale-yellow woods were waning, Th e broad stream in his banks complaining, Heavily the low sky raining
Over towered Camelot: Outside the isle a shallow boat Beneath a willow lay afloat, Below the carven stern she wrote,
THE LADY OF SHALOTT.
A cloudwhite crown of pearl she dight. All raimented in snowy white That loosely flew, (her zone in sight, Clasped with one blinding diamond bright,)
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