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 from side to side;
“The curse is come upon me,” cried
The Lady of Shalott.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) English poet

“The Lady of Shalott,” Part 3, st. 5 (1832)