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 - Till her blood was frozen slowly - And her eyes were darken'd wholly - Turn'd to tower'd Camelot. - For ere she reach'd upon the tide - The first house by the water-side - Singing in her song she died, The Lady of Shalott.