August 7 Alfred Lord Tennyson

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.

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.