Four gray walls, and four gray towers overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott.
Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti Do~
Only reapers, reaping early, hear a song that echoes cheerly. By the moon the reaper weary, piling sheaves in uplands airy, listening, whispers "Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott."
She has heard a whisper say, a curse is on her if she stay to look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be.
If you look down at Camelot, you will be cursed!
And moving thro' a mirror clear that hangs before her all the year, shadows of the world appear. When the moon overhead, came two young lovers lately wed: "I am half sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott.
I am half sick of shadows.
All in the blue unclouded weather thick-jewell`d shone the saddle-leather, the helmet and the helmet-feather burn`d like one burning flame together, as he rode down to Camelot.
She left the web, she left the loom, she made three paces thro' the room, she look'd down to Camelot. The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried the Lady of Shalott.