By blood a king, in heart a clown.

Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar When I put out to sea.

She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.

The mirror crack'd from side to side "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott

Shape your heart to front the hour, but dream not that the hours will last.

And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.

Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.