Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the ri
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.” -- source link
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