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 hath she, The Lady of Shalott. excert from The Lady of Shalott This polem inspired me one night. To read the full polem go to http://www.geocities.com/avadrea/lady_of_shalott.doc Alfred Lord Tennyson (1843)