The Lady of Shallot - Loreena McKennitt

On either side of the river lie\nLong fields of barley and of rye,\nThat clothe the world and meet the sky;\nAnd thro' the field the road run by\nTo many-towered Camelot;\nAnd up and down the people go,\nGazing where the lilies blow\nRound an island there below,\nThe island of Shalott.\nWillows whiten, aspens quiver,\nLittle breezes dusk and shiver\nThro' the wave that runs for ever\nBy the island in the river\nFlowing down to Camelot.\nFour grey walls, and four grey towers,\nOverlook a space of flowers,\nAnd the silent isle imbowers\nThe Lady of Shalott.\nOnly reapers, reaping early,\nIn among the bearded barley\nHear a song that echoes cheerly\nFrom the river winding clearly\nDown to tower’d Camelot;\nAnd by the moon the reaper weary,\nPiling sheaves in uplands airy,\nListening, whispers «'tis the fairy\nThe Lady of Shalott.»\nThere she weaves by night and day\nA magic web with colours gay,\nShe has heard a whisper say,\nA curse is on her if she stay\nTo look down to Camelot.\nShe knows not what the curse may be,\nAnd so she weaveth steadily,\nAnd little other care hath she,\nThe Lady of Shalott.\nAnd moving through a mirror clear\nThat hangs before her all the year,\nShadows of the world appear.\nThere she sees the highway near\nWinding down to Camelot;