She left the web, she left the loom
She made three paces thro' the room
She saw the water-flower bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
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 Lloyd Tennyson
Inspired by one of my favorite artists, John William Waterhouse.
The romantically tragic tale of Lady of Shalott captured the imagination of Anne Shirley. Here is a doll of the captured weaver looking through her mirror to Sir Lancelot.
Lady of Shalott dolls will be painted the week of May 11th. They will come wrapped in tissue in a drawstring muslin bag. 3" tall