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Tennyson, Alfred Lord - Lady of Shallott



Type of Spiritual Experience


A few short extracts to show the symbolism.  The curse is not death it is life.

A description of the experience

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 towered Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle embowers
The Lady of Shalott
There she weaves by night and day
A  magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
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,
The Lady of Shalott

And moving thro' a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year
Shadows of the world appear
There she sees the highway near
Winding 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 hair'd page in crimson clad
Goes by to tower'd Camelot;
And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two
She hath no loyal knight and true
The Lady of Shalott
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights
For often thro' the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed;
'I am half sick of shadows' said
The Lady of Shalott
She left the web, she left the loom
She made three paces thro' the room
She saw the water lily bloom
She saw the helmet and the plume
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide
The mirror crack'd from side to side
'The curse is come upon me,' cried
The Lady of Shalott

The source of the experience

Tennyson, Alfred Lord

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