The mirror crack'd from side to side "The curse has come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
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… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
