One day a bow-shot from gray towers
Rode a knight through amber flowers
Doubting love's redemptive powers
He caught a sparkle from high bowers
On his way to Camelot
His eye and interest were instant capture
From a mirror's fated fracture
But lo! Who gazed across the pasture?
He stumbled forth in wondering rapture
Toward the lady of Shallot
They waved and called in codes of Morse
But soon they felt a growing force
Til stories, thoughts, and words ran forth
From a common soulful source
They spoke of Camelot
She left her lovely weavings fair
To seek the knight she downed the stair
Their plans and dreams so bold declared
That to a boat they both repaired
Moving on from Shallot
Into her eyes he looked with pleasure
They shared the oars in equal measure
On they rowed, in peaceful leisure
As in her heart he found his treasure
The lady from Shallot
In childlike joy they spent each day
Basking in the sun's bathing ray
They felt the river splash and spray
Contented in their future way
On to Camelot
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