Hi Mehdi - This is a famous poem by Tennyson. It is about the legend of King Arthur. It describes the Lady of Shalott who is a woman that is cursed and cannot leave the island she is on. She stays on her island and weaves - that is she makes cloth. She also has a mirror (magic) that she can look through and can see the kingdom of Camelot - she cannot look at the kingdom directly, then one day she decides to leave the island and go towards the castle...I will translate verse by verse: 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; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. On both sides of the river there are two types of grain growing - barley and rye. They stretch as far as you can see. Through the fields of barley and rye there is a road that goes to the castle of Camelot. People travel the road to and from the castle past the island of Shalott. 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 Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott. There are willow trees and aspen trees that blow in the wind. A river flows from the island she lives on down the the castle that has 4 walls and 4 towers. The castle looks out over a field of flowers as the Lady of Shallot remains trapped on the island. By the margin, willow veil'd, Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? By the bank of the river that is lined with willow trees, boats are pulled by horses (an old method of transportation) and they travel to the castle. The lines with question marks say that nobody has ever seen seen the lady wave at them while standing in her window. Everyone in the land knows her as the Lady of Shalott. Only reapers, reaping early In among the bearded barley, Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly, Down to tower'd Camelot: And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers " 'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott." Only the people