Lying, robed in snowy white

That loosely flew to left and right
The leaves upon her falling light-
Thro' the noises of the night

She floated down to Camelot:

And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,

They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Gill her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darken'd wholly,

Gurn'd to tower'd Camelot.

For ere she reached upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,

The Lady of Shalott.