Get out the microscope, because we’re going through this poem line-by-line.
Lines 91-95
All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewelled shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burned like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
- There's more description here, of the jewels on his saddle, and his helmet, (with a feather sticking out of it) which burns like a flame.
- The take-away point here is that Lancelot is about as impressive, manly, and cool-looking as he could possibly be – sort of a medieval rockstar. Definitely the kind of guy a lonely lady could fall in love with.
Lines 96-99
As often through the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
Moves over still Shalott.
- Just for a little icing on the cake, the speaker compares Lancelot's feathered helmet to a shooting star, with a tail ("bearded") that lights up the night sky.
Lines 100-101
His broad clear brow in sunlight glowed;
On burnished hooves his war-horse trode;
- A few more lines describing the studly Lancelot: his forehead glows in the sunlight (which is apparently supposed to be sexy). His horse's hooves are polished ("burnished") and bright.
Lines 102-104
From underneath his helmet flowed
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
- He's even got great hair ("coal-black curls"), which flows out of his helmet. You should really be thinking of a movie star by now, some unbelievably cool, well-dressed dude. Shmoop won't pick one for you, since we don't know your type, but you get the idea, right?