The Lady of Shalott 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. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care heat she, The Lady of Shalott.
lady of the lake Speed, Lancelot (1860-1931), "The Lady of the Lake" from: The Legends of King Arthur and His Knights . 9th edition. Ed. Sir James Knowles, K. C. V. O. London; New York: Frederick Warne and Co., 1912