She left the web, she left the loom,

She made three paces taro' 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 from side to side;

<The curse is come upon me>, cried

The Lady of Shalott.



Очень хочется встать и жахнуть.

Только что-то внутри должно взорваться...