There she weaves by night and day;
A magic web with colors gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott…
-Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Lady of Shallott
The haunting words of this poem always stir fond memories of Anne of Green Gables. During a relaxing afternoon watching this classic film (yes, the book is better), my sisters and I found ourselves enchanted by the soft, feminine clothing, quaint country scenes, and eloquent speech. We could picture ourselves strolling through town wearing the long walking skirts trimmed with delicate lace and feminine collars-outfits any young lady would take pleasure in wearing, though some may hesitate to admit it.