Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!

For always roaming with a hungry heart.

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be.

So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.

Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, oh sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me.

Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to towered Camelot.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver, thro' the wave that runs forever by the island in the river, flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls and four gray towers, overlook a space of flowers, and the silent isle imbowers, the Lady of Shalott.