Out flew the web and floated wide;
the mirror crack´d from side to side;
“The curse is come upon me”, cried
The Lady of Shalott
Alfred Tennyson, The Lady of Shalott (1842)
Sorry, just couldn´t help it. I have taught Dickens and Tennyson for several weeks, and it all ended in a four-day project about the Victorian Era, planned by the Danish, English and history teachers. We enjoyed it very much, and it seemed as if even the students appreciated our efforts.
And “The Lady of Shalott” has been my favourite poem for ages.