"Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right~
The leaves upon her falling light~
Thro' the noises of the night
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and feilds among,
They heard her singing her last song
The Lady of Shalott"

~"THE LADY OF SHALOTT"
by Alfred, Lord Tennyson, 1842