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夏洛特的贵女 Lady of Shalott Written by Alfred Tennyson Drawn by John Waterhouse Part I.On either side the river lieLong fields of barley and of rye,That clothe the wold and meet the sky;And thro the field the road runs byTo many-towerd Camelot;And up and down the people go,Gazing where the lilies blowRound an island there below,The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver,Little breezes dusk and shiverThro the wave that runs for everBy the island in the riverFlowing down to Camelot.Four gray walls, and four gray towers,Overlook a space of flowers,And the silent isle imbowersThe Lady of Shalott. By the margin, willow-veildSlide the heavy barges traildBy slow horses; and unhaildThe shallop flitteth silken-saildSkimming down to Camelot:But who hath seen her wave her hand?Or at the casement seen her stand?Or is she known in all the land,The Lady of Shalott?Only reapers, reaping earlyIn among the bearded barley,Hear a song that echoes cheerlyFrom the river winding clearly,Down to towerd Camelot:And by the moon the reaper weary,Piling sheaves in uplands airy,Listening, whispers Tis the fairyLady of Shalott.Part II.There she weaves by night and dayA magic web with colours gay.She has heard a whisper say,A curse is on her if she stayTo look down to Camelot.She knows not what the curse may be,And so she weaveth steadily,And little other care hath she,The Lady of Shalott.And moving thro a mirror clearThat hangs before her all the year,Shadows of the world appear.There she sees the highway nearWinding down to Camelot:There the river eddy whirls,And there the surly village-churls,And the red cloaks of market girls,Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,An abbot on an ambling pad,Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,Or long-haird page in crimson clad,Goes by to towerd Camelot;And sometimes thro the mirror blueThe knights come riding two and two:She hath no loyal knight and true,The Lady of S