Note 23 — Early Poems
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1833. They crossed themselves, their stars they blest, Knight, minstrel, abbot, squire and guest, There lay a parchment on her breast, That puzzled more than all the rest, The well-fed wits at Camelot. “The web was woven curiously, The charm is broken utterly, Draw near and fear not—this is I, The Lady of Shalott.”