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 And from his blazon'd baldric slung, A mighty silver bugle hung, And, as he rode, his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather, Thickjewelled shone the saddle-leather. The helmet, and the helmet-feather Burned like one burning flame together, As he rode down from Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, trailing light, Moves over green Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glowed. On burnished hooves his war-horse trode. From underneath his helmet flowed His coalblack curls, as on he rode, As he rode down from Camelot.