The Lady of Shalott

I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.

She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.

The mirror crack'd from side to side "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott

And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two.