a bit of lit: "...'Tis the fairy/Lady of Shalott"

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often thro' 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," said
The Lady of Shalott.

-- from "The Lady of Shalott," Alfred, Lord Tennyson

For the longest time, I thought Tennyson had one of the most interesting names. Little did I know. I'm trying to figure out how to configure my name in the same way.