Through her mirror she sees the shadows of the world, the highway and the river eddy and the young men and women passing onward from Shalott. She weaves steadily and thinks of little else. In the tower she weaves day and night her “magic web with colours gay.” She knows there is a curse upon her if she looks down at Camelot, although she does not know what the curse is. The reapers pile up their sheaves and whisper that it is the fairy Lady singing. Only early morning reapers hear her cheerful song that reaches down to the river that winds to Camelot. Heavy barges followed by slow horses pass by the island, but no one has ever seen the Lady wave or stand at the window. On the island are four gray walls and four gray towers, and within is the Lady of Shalott. The willows “whiten,” and little breezes blow forever around the island.
The people gaze at the way lilies blow around the island of Shalott. On either side of the river are fields of barley and rye, and through them a road winds to Camelot.
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