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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 Canterlot;
- And up and down the ponies go,
- Gazing where the lilies blow
- Round an island there below,
- The island of Shetlot.
- Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
- Little breezes dusk and shiver
- Thro' the wave that runs for ever
- By the island in the river
- Flowing down to Canterlot.
- Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
- Overlook a space of flowers,
- And the silent isle imbowers
- The Filly of Shetlot.
- By the margin, willow-veil'd
- Slide the heavy barges trail'd
- By earth ponies; and unhail'd
- The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
- Skimming down to Canterlot:
- But who hath seen her wave her hoof?
- Or at the casement seen, aloof?
- Or is she known, without a proof,
- The Filly of Shetlot?
- Only reapers, reaping early
- In among the bearded barley,
- Hear a song that echoes cheerly
- From the river winding clearly,
- Down to tower'd Canterlot:
- And by the moon the reaper weary,
- Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
- Listening, whispers "'Tis the fairy
- Filly of Shetlot."
- There she weaves by night and day
- A magic web with colours gay.
- She has heard a whisper say,
- A curse is on her if she stay
- To look down to Canterlot.
- She knows not what the curse may be,
- And so she weaveth steadily,
- And little other care hath she,
- The Filly of Shetlot.
- And moving thro' a mirror clear
- That hangs before her all the year,
- Shadows of the world appear.
- There she sees the highway near
- Winding down to Canterlot:
- There the river eddies whirl,
- And there the surly village-churls,
- And mares with red cloaks go below,
- Pass onward from Shetlot.
- Sometimes a troop of young mares glad,
- A stallion with an ambling pad,
- Sometimes a young colt with his dad,
- Or long-mane'd page in crimson clad,
- Goes by to tower'd Canterlot;
- And sometimes thro' the mirror blue
- The guards come trotting two and two:
- She hath no loyal Guard and true,
- The Filly of Shetlot.
- But in her web she still delights
- To weave the mirror's magic sights,
- For often thro' the silent nights
- A funeral, with plumes and lights
- And music, went to Canterlot:
- Or when the moon was overhead,
- Came two young lovers lately wed;
- "I am half-sick of shadows," said
- The Filly of Shetlot.
- A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
- He rode between the barley-sheaves,
- The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
- And flamed upon the brazen greaves
- Of bold Sir Prancelot.
- A redcross guard for ever kneel'd
- To a filly in his shield,
- That sparkled on the yellow field,
- Beside remote Shetlot.
- The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
- Like to some branch of stars we see
- Hung in the golden Galaxy.
- The bridle-bells rang merrily
- As he went down to Canterlot:
- And from his blazon'd baldric slung
- A mighty silver bugle hung,
- And as he went his armour rung,
- Beside remote Shetlot.
- All in the blue unclouded weather
- Thick-jewell'd shone his armour-leather,
- The helmet and the helmet-feather
- Burn'd like one burning flame together,
- As he went down to Canterlot.
- As often thro' the purple night,
- Below the starry clusters bright,
- Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
- Moves over still Shetlot.
- His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
- On burnish'd hooves he went and trode;
- From underneath his helmet flow'd
- His coal-black curls as on he strode,
- As he went down to Canterlot.
- From the bank and from the river
- He flash'd into the crystal mirror,
- "Tirra lirra," by the river
- Sang Sir Prancelot.
- She left the web, she left the loom,
- She made three paces thro' the room,
- She saw the water-lily bloom,
- She saw the helmet and the plume,
- She look'd down to Canterlot.
- Out flew the web and floated wide;
- The mirror crack'd from side to side;
- "The curse is come upon me," cried
- The Filly of Shetlot.
- In the stormy east-wind straining,
- The pale-yellow woods were waning,
- The broad stream in his banks complaining,
- Heavily the low sky raining
- Over tower'd Canterlot;
- Down she came and found a boat
- Beneath a willow left afloat,
- And round about the prow she wrote
- The Filly of Shetlot.
- And down the river's dim expanse--
- Like some bold seër in a trance,
- Seeing all his own mischance--
- With a glassy countenance
- Did she look to Canterlot.
- And at the closing of the day
- She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
- The broad stream bore her far away,
- The Filly of Shetlot.
- Lying, robed in snowy white
- That loosely flew to left and right--
- The leaves upon her falling light--
- Thro' the noises of the night
- She floated down to Canterlot:
- And as the boat-head wound along
- The willowy hills and fields among,
- They heard her singing her last song,
- The Filly of Shetlot.
- Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
- Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
- Till her blood was frozen slowly,
- And her eyes were darken'd wholly,
- Turn'd to tower'd Canterlot;
- For ere she reach'd upon the tide
- The first house by the water-side,
- Singing in her song she died,
- The Filly of Shetlot.
- Under tower and balcony,
- By garden-wall and gallery,
- A gleaming shape she floated by,
- A corse between the houses high,
- Silent into Canterlot.
- Out upon the wharfs they came,
- Guards and burghers, nobles, dames,
- And round the prow they read her name,
- The Filly of Shetlot.
- 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 guards at Canterlot:
- But Prancelot mused a little space;
- He said, "She has a lovely face;
- Celestia's mercy lend her grace,
- The Filly of Shetlot."
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