Verses 3 and 4 of "The Lady of Shalott"

This is the base sketch, covering aspects of the verses, which I then obliterated as before :D
"By the margin, willow veil'd,

Slid the heavy barges trail'd

By slow horses, and unhail'd

The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd

Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,

The Lady of Shalott?"

(Who hath seen her...)

"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 reapers weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,

Listening, whisper, "Tis the fairy

The Lady of Shalott."

(Listening, whisper....)

Not very practised at male faces, but have to keep trying...and there is Sir Lancelot amongst others still to come :D

Enjoy :D XXX