Verse 7 and 8 "The Lady of Shalott"

"Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,

An abbot on an ambling pad,

Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,

Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad,

Goes by to tower'd Camelot.
And sometimes through the mirror blue

The knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal Knight and true,

The lady of Shalott.

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," she said

The Lady of Shalott.
Nearly half way through...didn't make it easy on myself did I lol :D