First post: 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 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.