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:
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed;
“I am half sick of shadows,” said
The Lady of Shalott.
The wonderful, strong-willed, “kindred spirit” Anne Shirley, of Anne of Green Gables, adored Tennyson’s “Lady of Shalott.” Artists have been painting The Lady ever since the poem was penned – the most famous work being an oil by J. W. Waterhouse. It is a lovely poem about love, womanhood, and death – a peek back into a time when poetry and beauty was still essential to the world at large.
Read the complete poem here