By Lord Alfred Tennyson

a selection from the poem

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colors gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look at Camelot.

She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shallot.

And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees her highway near
Winding down to Camelot;

There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surely village curls,
And the red cloaks of market girls,
Pass onward from Shallot.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral with plumes and lights
And music , went to Camelot..

And then arrives Sir Lancelot and....

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 looked down to Camelot.

Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror cracked form side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shallot.

Moods

Song by Longfellow

Tell Me The Stories of Jesus

Lady of the Lake

Enchanted Garden

A Sonnet by Shakespeare

Renaissance Garden

Lancelot and Guinevere

Lady Of Shallot

Beauty to Behold

Beauty In The Night

I Look Across The Sea

Wild Swans 1

Wild Swans 2

Will You Wear My Favor?

Sleeping Beauty 

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