She has heard a whisper say,/ A curse is on her if she stay/ To look down to Camelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.

To many-towered Camelot

Things seen are mightier than things heard.

The mirror crack'd from side to side
"The curse has come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott

We cannot be kind to each other here for even an hour. We whisper, and hint, and chuckle and grin at our brother's shame; however you take it we men are a little breed.