Lady of Shallot

In a high tower for a long time
She weaves a magic pattern
Harsh knowing verdict:
What is damned if I cast my eyes
Take a chance on Camelot.
Not knowing another fate,
Than silk to weave a colored pattern,
Hid from the world behind a wall
Sorceress Shallot.

She was given joy in one:
Leaning over a thin canvas
In a transparent wall mirror
See the lands outside the window
See Camelot.
There are many reflections
Change: herds roam
And the water is quietly splashing
Near the island of Shallot.