But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
........The Lady of Shalott?
Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley,
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,
........Down to tower'd Camelot:
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers " 'Tis the fairy
........Lady of Shalott."
--from 'The Lady of Shalott'; Alfred, Lord Tennyson