Poetry Break: Tennyson

A novel in a poem: "The Lady of Shalott."

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 looked down to Camelot.               
Out flew the web and floated wide;               
The mirror cracked from side to side;               
"The curse is come upon me," cried               
 The Lady of Shalott.