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Rain makes music in the tree
O'er the green that folds thy grave.

Let them rave.

Round thee blow, self-pleached deep,
Bramble roses, faint and pale,
And long purples of the dale.

Let them rave.
These in every shower creep
Thro' the green that folds thy grave.

Let them rave.

My heart is wasted with my woe,

There is no rest for me below,

When the long dun wolds are ribb'd with

And loud the Norland whirlwinds blow,

Alone I wander to and fro,




Ere the light on dark was growing,
The gold-eyed kingcups fine ;
The frail bluebell peereth over At midnight the cock was crowing,
Rare broidry of the purple clover.

Let them rave.

Winds were blowing, waters flowing, Kings have no such couch as thine, We heard the steeds to battle going, As the green that folds thy grave.

Oriana ;
Let them rave.

Aloud the hollow bugle blowing,

Wild words wander here and there : In the yew-wood black as night,
God's great gift of speech abused

Makes thy memory confused :

Ere I rode into the fight,
But let them rave.

The balm-cricket carols clear

While blissful tears blinded my sight In the green that folds thy grave.

By star-shine and by moonlight,
Let them rave.

I to thee my troth did plight,


She stood upon the castle wall,
What time the mighty moon was gather-

Oriana : ing light

She watch'd my crest among them all, Love paced the thyiny plots of Paradise,

Oriana :
And all about him roli'd his lustrous eyes; She saw me fight, she heard me call,
When, turning round a cassia, full in When forth there stept a foeman tall,

Death, walking all alone beneath a yew, Atween me and the castle wall,
And talking to himself, first met his

sight :
You must begone,” said Death, “these The bitter arrow went aside,
walks are mine."

Oriana : Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for The false, false arrow went aside, fight;

Oriana : Yet ere he parted said, “This hour is The damned arrow glanced aside, thine :

And pierced thy heart, my love, my bride, Thou art the shadow of life, and as the

Oriana ! tree

Thy heart, my life, my love, my bride, Stands in the sun and shadows all beneath,

Oriana ! So in the light of great eternity Life eminent creates the shade of death ; | Oh! narrow, narrow was the space, The shadow passeth when the tree shall

Oriana. fall,

Loud, loud rung out the bugle's brays, But I shall reign for ever over all.”


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With the mermaids in and out of the

rocks, Dressing their hair with the white sea

Power ; And holding them back by their flowing

locks I would kiss them often under the sea, And kiss then again till they kiss'd me

Laughingly, laughingly ; And then we would wander away, away To the pale-green sea-groves straight and

When Norland winds pipe down the sea,

I walk, I dare not think of thee,

Thon liest beneath the greenwood tree,
I dare not die and come to thee,

I hear the roaring of the sea,



Chasing each other merrily.

III. There would be neither moon nor star; But the wave would make music alove

us afar --Low thunder and light in the magic


Neither moon nor star.

| Till that great sea-snake under the sea We would call aloud in thedreamydells, (From his coiled sleeps in the central deeps l'all to each other and whoop and cry Would slowly trail himself sevenfold

All vight, merrily, merrily ; | Round the hall where I sate, and look in They woulil pelt me with starry spangles at the gate and shells,

With hislarge calmeyes for the love of me. Laughing and clapping their hands be And all the mermen under the sea tween,

Would feel their immortality All night, merrily, merrily : Die in their hearts for the love of me. But I would throw to them back in mine

III. Turkis and agate and almondine : | But at night I would wander away, away, Then leaping out on them unseen I would fling on each side my lowI would kiss them often under the sea, I flowing locks, And kiss them again till they kiss'd me and lightly vault from the throne and Laughingly, laughingly.

play O, what a hapwy life were mine

With the mermen in and out of the Under the hollow-hung ocean green !

rocks; Soft are the moss-beds under the sea; We would run to and fro, and hide and We would live merrily, merrily.

seek, On the broad sea-wolds in the crimson


Whose silvery spikes are nighest the sea. THE MERMAID.

But if any came near I would call, and

And adown the steep like a wave I woald

Who would be
A mermaid fair,

From the diamond-ledges that jut from

the dells; Singing alone,

For I would not be kiss'd by all who would Combing her hair

Under the sea,

Of the bold merry mermen under the sea ;
In a golden curl
With a comb of pearl,

They would sue me, and woo me, and

fatter me, On a throne ?

In the purple twilights under the sea ;

But the king of them all would carry me, JI.

Woo me, and win me, and marry me, I would be a mermaid fair ;

In the branching jaspers under the sea ; I would sing to myself the whole of the Then all the dry pied things that be day;

In the hueless mosses under the sea With a comb of pearl I would combiny Would curl round my silver feet silently, hair;

All looking up for the love of me. And still as I comb'd I would sing and And if I should carol aloud, from aloft say,

All things that are forked, and horned, “Who is it loves me? who loves not and soft

Would lean out from the hollow sphere I would comb my hair till my ringlets

of the sea, would fall

| All looking down for the love of me. Low adown, low adown, From under my starry sea-bud crown Low adown and around,

SONNET TO J. M. K. And I should look like a fountain of gold

My hope and heart is with thee -- thou Springing alone

wilt be With a shrill inner sound, A latter Luther, and a soldier-priest Over the throne

To scare church-harpies from the master's In the midst of the hall ;


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Our dusted velvets have much need of | The humming of the drowsy pulpit-drone thee :

| Half God's good sabbath, while the wornThou art no sabbath-rawler of old saws, out clerk Distill'd from some worm - canker'd Brow-beats his desk below. Thou from homily ;

a throne But spurr'd at heart with fieriest energy Mounted in heaven wiltshoot intothedark To embattail and to wall about thy cause Arrows of lightnings. I will stand and With iron-worded proof, hating to hark mark.



This division of this volume was published in the winter of 1832. Some of the poems have been considerably

atered. Others have been added, which, with one exception, were written in 1833.]

THE LADY OF SHALOTT. Hear a song that echoes cheerly

| From the river winding clearly, PART 1.

Down to tower'd Camelot :

And by the moon the reaper weary, On either side the river lie

Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Long fields of barley and of rye,

Listening, whispers “ T is the fairy That clothe the wold and meet the sky;

Lady of Shalott."
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot ;

And np and down the people go,
Gaving where the lilies blow

| THERE she weaves by night and day Round an island there below,

A magic web with colors gay.
The island of Shalott. She has heard a whisper say,

A curse is on her if she stay
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,

To look down to Camelot. Little breezes dusk and shiver

She knows not what the curse may be,
Thro' the wave that runs for ever And so she weaveth steadily,
By the island in the river

And little other care hath she,
Flowing down to Camelot.

The Lady of Shalott.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,

And moving thro' a mirror clear
And the silent isle imbowers

| That hangs before her all the year, The Lady of Shalott. Shadows of the world appear.

There she sees the highway near By the margin, willow-veild,

Winding down to Camelot Slide the heavy barges trail'd

There the river eddy whirls, By slow horses ; and unhail'd

And there the surly village-churls, The shallop flitteth silken-sail' al

And the real cloaks of market-girls, Skimming down to Camelot :

Pasy onward from Shalott.
But who hath seen her wave her hand ?
Or at the casement seen her stand ? Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
Or is she known in all the land,

An abbot on an ambling pail,
The Lady of Shalott ? Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,

Or long-hair'd page in crimson clau, Only reapers, reaping early

Goes by to tower's Camelot; In among the bearded barley,

| And sometimes thro' the mirror blue

The knights come riding two and two; She saw the water-lily bloom,
She hatli no loyal knight and true, She saw the helmet and the plume,
The Lady of Shalott.

She look'd down to Camelot.

Out flew the web and Hoated wide; But in her web she still delights

The mirror crack'd from side to side; To weave the mirror's magic sights, “The curse is come upon me," cried For often thro' the silent nights

The Lady of Shalott. A funeral, with plumes and lights,

And music, went to Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead,

PART IV. Came two young lovers lately wed ;

In the stormy cast-wind straining, “I am half sick of shadows," said

The pale yellow woods were waning,
The Lady of Shalott. The broad stream in his banks complain.


Heavily the low sky raining

Over towerd Camelot ; A BOW-Shot from her bower-eaves,

Down she came and found a boat He rode between the barley-sheaves,

Beneath a willow left afloat,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And round about the prow she wrote
And flamed upon the brazen greaves

The Lady of Shalott.
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneelid

| And down the river's dim expanse To a lady in his shield,

Like some bold seër in a trance,
That sparkled on the yellow field,

Seeing all his own mischance -
Beside remote Shalott.

With a glassy countenance

Did she look to Camelot. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,

And at the closing of the day Like to some branch of stars we see

She loosed the chain, and down she lay ; Hung in the golden Galaxy.

The broad stream bore her far away,
The bridle bells rang merrily

The Lady of Shalott.
As he rode down to Camelot :
And from his blazon'd baldrie sluny

Lying, robed in snowy white
A mighty silver bugle hung,

That loosely flew to left and right And as he rode his armor rung,

| The leaves upon her falling light --Beside remote Shalott.

Thro' the noises of the night All in the blue unclouded weather

She floated down to Camelot : Thick-jewell'ü shone the saddle-leather,

And as the boat-head wound along

', The willowy hills and fields among, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burned likeone burning tlame together,

They heard her singing her last song,
As he roile down to Camelot.

The Lady of Shalott.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,

| Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Moves over still Shalott.

Till her blood was frozen slowly,

And her eyes were darken'd wholly, His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd ;

Turn’d to tower'd Camelot
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; For ere she reach'd upon the tide
From underneath his helmet flow'd The first house by the water-side,
His coal-black curls as on he rode, Singing in her song she died,
As he rode down to Camelot.

The Lady of Shalott.
From the bank and from the river
He flash'd into the crystal mirror,

Under tower and balcony, “ Tirra lirra,” by the river

By garden-wall and gallery,
Sang Sir Lancelot.

A gleaming shape she floated by,

Dead-pale between the houses high, She left the web, she left the loom,

Silent into Camelot. She made three paces thro' the room, Out upon the wharfs they came,

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