The gold of the corn, and the brilliance of Summer light finds a chivalric setting in Tennyson’s
“The Lady of Shalott”.
Here Sir Lancelot rides through a harvest field:
A bow-shot from her bower eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling through the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A redcross knight for ever kneeled
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling through the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A redcross knight for ever kneeled
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.
All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewelled shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burned like one burning flame together
As he rode down to Camelot:
As often through the purple night
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
Moves over still Shalott.
Thick-jewelled shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burned like one burning flame together
As he rode down to Camelot:
As often through the purple night
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
Moves over still Shalott.