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2003-09-12 || 9:17 p.m.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 Camelot.
And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
"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.