He flash'd into the crystal mirror, Tirra lirra, tirra Lirra:' Sang Sir Lancelot. she left the web, she left the loom She made three paces thro' the room She saw the water-flower bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to camelot. out flew the web and floted wide; the mirror crack'd from side to side; The curse is come upon me,' cried The Lady of Shalott
Heavily the low sky raining Over tower'd Camelot; Outside the isle a shallow boat Beneath a willow lay afloat, Below the carven stren she wrote The Lady of Shalott
She look'd down to Camelot. It was the closing of the day: She loos'd the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott.
They heard her chanting her deathsong, The Lady of Shalott. A longdrawn carol, mournful, holy, She chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her eyes were darken'd wholly, And her smooth face sharpen'd slowly, Turn'd to tower'd Camelot: For ere she reach'd upon the tide The first house by the water-side . Sining her song she died.The Lady of Shalott.
Under tower and balcony, By garden wall and gallery, A pale, pale corpse she floated by, Deadcold, between the houses high, Dead into tower'd Camelot. Knightand burgher, lord and dame, To the planked wharf age came: Belowthe stern they read her name The Lady of Shalott.