The Lady of Shalott There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours 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 heat she, The Lady of Shalott.
She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces thro' 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. excerpt - Tennyson, 1842
Paula Deen's cobbler recipe is almost exactly like one I lost and have been looking for for 20 years. Note: Subst all purpose flour, plus 2 tsp baking powder and 1/2 tsp salt for the self-rising flour. Recipe at http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/the-lady-and-sons-peach-cobbler-recipe/index.html