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For All Ladies Of Shalott

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An Arthurian Miscellany

The web flew out and floated wide.

Poor lady! I was with her then.

She gathered up her piteous pride,

But she could never weave again.

The mirror cracked from side to side;

I saw its silver shadows go.

"The curse has come on me!" she cried.

Poor lady! I had told her so.

She was so proud: she would not hide.

She only laughed and tried to sing.

But singing, in her song she died.

" She did not profit anything."
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