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The shadow passeth when the tree shall
But I shall reign for ever over all."
When the long dun wolds are ribb'd with
And loud the Norland whirlwinds blow,
Alone I wander to and fro,
Ere the light on dark was growing,
At midnight the cock was crowing,
Winds were blowing, waters flowing,
In the yew-wood black as night,
Ere I rode into the fight,
While blissful tears blinded my sight
I to thee my troth did plight,
She stood upon the castle wall,
She watch'd my crest among them all,
She saw me fight, she heard me call,
The bitter arrow went aside,
The damned arrow glanced aside,
Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for flight;
Yet ere he parted said, "This hour is thine:
Thou art the shadow of life, and as the
Thy heart, my life, my love, my bride,
Loud, loud rung out the bugle's brays,
They should have trod me into clay,
Two strangers meeting at a festival;
They should have stabb'd me where I lay, Two lovers whispering by an orchard wall; Two lives bound fast in one with golden
How could I rise and come away,
Two graves grass-green beside a gray
How could I look upon the day?
Wash'd with still rains and daisy,
Two children in one hamlet born and bred; So runs the round of life from hour to hour.
Two children in two neighbor villages Playing mad pranks along the heathy leas;
WHO would be
I would be a merman bold;
I would sit and sing the whole of the day;
But at night I would roam abroad and play
With the mermaids in and out of the
rocks, Dressing their hair with the white seaflower;
And holding them back by their flowing locks
I would kiss them often under the sea,
And then we would wander away, away
Chasing each other merrily.
There would be neither moon nor star; But the wave would make music above us afar
Low thunder and light in the magic
In the purple twilights under the sea ;
Would lean out from the hollow sphere of the sea,
All looking down for the love of me.
SONNET TO J. M. K.
My hope and heart is with thee -- thou wilt be
A latter Luther, and a soldier-priest
Our dusted velvets have much need of The humming of the drowsy pulpit-drone thee: Half God's good sabbath, while the wornout clerk
Thou art no sabbath-drawler of old saws, Distill'd from some worm - canker'd homily;
Brow-beats his desk below. Thou from a throne
But spurr'd at heart with fieriest energy
This division of this volume was published in the winter of 1832. Some of the poems have been considerably altered. Others have been added, which, with one exception, were written in 1833.]
THE LADY OF SHALOTT.
ON either side the river lie
The island of Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
By the margin, willow-veil'd,
Only reapers, reaping early
Mounted in heaven wilt shoot into the dark Arrows of lightnings. I will stand and mark.
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
THERE she weaves by night and day
To look down to Camelot.
And moving thro' a mirror clear
Pass onward from Shalott.
Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,