“She hath no loyal knight and true, The Lady of Shalott.”

“There she weaves by night and day, A magic web with colors gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay, To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott.”

“Who is this? And what is here? And in the lighted palace near Died the sound of royal cheer; And they crossed themselves for fear, All the Knights at Camelot; But Lancelot mused a little space He said, "She has a lovely face; God in his mercy lend her grace, The Lady of Shalott.”

“I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.”

“The mirror crack'd from side to side"The curse has come upon me," criedThe Lady of Shalott”

“...you are my Lady of Shalott lost in a dream of isolation - I care too much for you - I romanticize depression...”