On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye
That clothe the wold and meet the sky
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot
The yellow-leaved waterlily
The green-sheathed daffodilly
Tremble in the water chilly
Round about Shalott
Willows whiten, aspens shiver
The sunbeam showers break and quiver
In the stream that runneth ever
By thе island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot
Four gray walls and four gray towеrs
Overlook a space of flowers
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott
Underneath the bearded barley
The reaper, reaping late and early
Hears her ever chanting cheerly
Like an angel singing clearly
O'er the stream of Camelot
Long fields of barley and of rye
That clothe the wold and meet the sky
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot
The yellow-leaved waterlily
The green-sheathed daffodilly
Tremble in the water chilly
Round about Shalott
Willows whiten, aspens shiver
The sunbeam showers break and quiver
In the stream that runneth ever
By thе island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot
Four gray walls and four gray towеrs
Overlook a space of flowers
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott
Underneath the bearded barley
The reaper, reaping late and early
Hears her ever chanting cheerly
Like an angel singing clearly
O'er the stream of Camelot
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