• Part I.
    on either side the river lie
    Long fields of barley and of rye,
    That clothe the wold and meet the sky,
    And through the field the roads run 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...