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Lady of Shallot except by Alfred Lord Tenyson

 

Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley,
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,

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     Down to tower'd Camelot:

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And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairy

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      Lady of Shalott."

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Part II.

 

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colors gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay

 

        To look down to Camelot

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She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she, 

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         The Lady of Shallot.