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Summary:
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. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror’s magic sights: A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, came from Camelot. “I am half-sick of shadows,†said The Lady of Shalott. “Tirra lirra, tirra lirra,†Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web: she left the loom: She looked down to Camelot.
