"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 look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott."
I believe you all know Tennyson's "The Lady of Shalott" if you're an English native-speaker cause it must be at school's lists of "what students cannot leave high school without knowing".
Why another blog? I don't know. I just think I need a secluded place. Thus... Shallot.