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 From the bank, and from the river, He flashed into the crystal mirror, "Tirra lirra, tirra lirra," Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web: she left the loom: She made three paces thro' the room: She saw the waterflower bloom: She saw the helmet and the plume: She looked down to Camelot. Out flew the web, and floated wide, The mirror cracked from side to side, "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott.