On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many- tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The lady of Shalott.
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