Sunday 26 April 2015

POEM—THE LADY OF SHALOT—BY ALFRED TENNYSON--P-6


There the river eddy whirls, 
And there the surly village-churls,
 
And the red cloaks of market girls,
 
Pass onward from Shalott.
  • What does she see on the highway in the mirror? For one thing, there's a spot in the river where the current makes a little whirlpool ("the river eddy whirls"). Mostly though, she sees a parade of people.
  • The first people the speaker introduces to us are some rough peasants from the town ("surly village-churls") and some girls from the market in red cloaks.


Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, 
An abbot on an ambling pad,
 
Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,
 
Or long-haired page in crimson clad,
 
Goes by to towered Camelot;
  • The parade of passers-by continues. We see a group of happy young women ("damsels glad"), then an abbot (the head of a monastery) on a lazy old horse ("an ambling pad"). Young men too, a shepherd with curly hair maybe, or a page (a young servant to a knight) with long hair and red clothes.
  • We get lots of fun little details here, but these aren't really characters in the poem. They are meant to represent the outside world, the place where the Lady can't go.


And sometimes through the mirror blue 
The knights come riding two and two:
 
She hath no loyal knight and true,
 
The Lady of Shalott.
  • Sometimes, she sees knights in the mirror. This is a big deal because we know that knights are a major part of the Camelot story.
  • The speaker notes that the Lady doesn't have a "loyal knight" of her own, and you can begin to feel her loneliness and longing. This is definitely a set-up for the rest of the poem.


But in her web she still delights 
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
 
For often through the silent nights
 
A funeral, with plumes and lights
 
And music, went to Camelot:
 
Or when the moon was overhead,
 
Came two young lovers lately wed;
  • Whatever "magic sights" she sees in the mirror, the Lady weaves into her web.
The speaker gives us a couple more examples of those magic sights: a funeral on a quiet night, full of light and music, or two newlyweds walking alone in the moonlight

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