The Lady of Shallot
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809–1892)
Part I
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold 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 island of Shalott.
Ode to a Blue Sea Tomb
Milutin Bojic (1892 –1917)
Plava Grobnica
Translated by Michael M. Petrovich
