Lady of Shalott

There she weaveth by night and day,
A magic web with colors gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if  she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She know not what the curse may be,
Ans so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.
         
And moving through the mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot...
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But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirrors magic sights
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Come two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said ,
The :Lady of Shalott.

And down the rivers' dim expanse,
like some bold seer in a trance;
Seeing all his own mischance--
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.
                                     -From "The Lady of Shalott"
                                    by: Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I happen to be very fond of this poem; I like the rhyme scheme and the idea of the poem in general. Just thought I'd share it with you guys. :)