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On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by        To many-tower'd Camelot; The yellow-leaved waterlily The green-sheathed daffodilly Tremble in the water chilly        Round about Shalott. and on it goes.... His broad clear …