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no time hath she to sport and play:
a charmed web she weaves alway.
a curse is on her, if she stay
her weaving, either night or day
to look down to camelot.
she knows not what the curse may be;
therefore she weaveth steadily,
therefore no other care hath she,
the lady of shalott.

she lives with little joy or fear.
over the water, running near,
the sheepbell tinkles in her ear.
before her hangs a mirror clear,
reflecting tower'd camelot.
and as the mazy web she whirls,
she sees the surly village churls,
and the red cloaks of market girls
pass onward from shalott.

sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
an abbot on an ambling pad,
sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,
or long-hair'd page in crimson clad, goes by to tower'd camelot;
and sometimes thro' the mirror blue
the knights come riding two and two:
she hath no loyal knight and true,
the lady of shalott.

but in her web she still delights
to weave the mirror's magic sights,
for often thro' the silent nights
a funeral, with plumes and lights
and music, went to camelot:
or when the moon was overhead,
came two young lovers lately wed:
"i am half sick of shadows," said
the lady of shalott.

" THE LADY OF SHALLOT, PART II "
ALFRED LORD TENNYSON
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a medieval fantasy roleplay