And with a swing she came about: 66 Come to Craigy's sea, and kiss with me. "Here is a royal ring," she said, "That I have found in the green sea; And while your finger it is on, Drawn shall your blood never be; But if you touch me, tail or fin, I swear my ring your death shall be." He stepped in, gave her a kiss, The royal ring he brought him wi'; Her breath was strang, her hair was lang, And with a swing she came about: 40 45 "Come to Craigy's sea, and kiss with me. 50 Here is a royal brand," she said, 66 That I have found in the green sea; And while your body it is on, Drawn shall your blood never be; But if you touch me, tail or fin, 55 I swear my brand your death shall be." He stepped in, gave her a kiss, The royal brand he brought him wi'; Her breath was sweet, her hair grew short, And smilingly she came about, As fair a woman as fair could be. Child, Pop. Bal., No. 34A. ба 6 THE LADY OF SHALOTT PART I 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 And up and down the people go, Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, And the silent isle imbowers By the margin, willow-veil'd, 18 By slow horses; and unhail'd Skimming down to Camelot : But who hath seen her wave her hand? The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early Hear a song that echoes cheerly Down to tower'd Camelot : And by the moon the reaper weary, PART II There she weaves by night and day A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, And moving thro' a mirror clear 27 36 45 Shadows of the world appear. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, But in her web she still delights And music, went to Camelot : PART III A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, 5 63 72 The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd That sparkled on the yellow field, The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot : And as he rode his armour rung, All in the blue unclouded weather As often thro' the purple night, 81 90 His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. 99 |