THE LADY OF SHALOTT
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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;

And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
                 The island of Shalott.

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