Despite the kingdom’s vast and luring view I know thou shalt not wander from my side Thou weav’st strands of gold royal blue Till every night in me dost confide speak’st life as it were a play As if world nimble dream And our tower watch you waste away Thy hopes writ into yarn steady stream My lady shallot why do weep? Are threads vibrant sky? Am company half-asleep You dreamy go floating by? The Camelot craft is your ideal weave more beauteous than real