Poem For A Friday

excerpt from The Lady of Shallot, 1842

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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 above painting is by William Holman Hunt. Titled "The Lady of Shallot," it was begun in 1886 and exhibited in 1905.