There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village-churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls,
Pass onward from Shalott.
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;
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.
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;
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.
No comments:
Post a Comment