BEFORE THE MIRROR.
NOW like the Lady of Shalott,
I dwell within an empty room,
And through the day and through the night
I sit before an ancient loom.
I dwell within an empty room,
And through the day and through the night
I sit before an ancient loom.
And like the Lady of Shalott
I look into a mirror wide,
Where shadows come, and shadows go,
And ply my shuttle as they glide.
I look into a mirror wide,
Where shadows come, and shadows go,
And ply my shuttle as they glide.
Not as she wove the yellow wool,
Ulysses' wife, Penelope;
By day a queen among her maids,
But in the night a woman, she,
Ulysses' wife, Penelope;
By day a queen among her maids,
But in the night a woman, she,
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