"The Lady of Shalott" Pt. 4

Today’s poem is the fourth and final section of Tennyson’s Arthurian ballad. I have been reading his 1842 version and (I think) the final stanza is where it differs most from the 1832 original. You can compare both below to see for yourself how Tennyson’s alteration ramps up the pathos. Happy reading!1832 conclusion:They cross'd 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 wellfed 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.'1842 conclusion:Who is this? and what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they cross'd themselves for fear,        All the knights at Camelot: But Lancelot mused a little space; He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace,        The Lady of Shalott." Get full access to The Daily Poem Podcast at dailypoempod.substack.com/subscribe