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 Shallot.
Lines from “The Lady of Shallot” by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1842.
Photo by Rick Stachura. Empire State Building. January 22, 2018.
(This story was originally posted to my old Tumblr site on January 29, 2018.)