357435, Keats: La Belle Dame sans Merci Posted by magilla vanilla, Thu Mar-13-08 07:11 AM
I.
O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has wither’d from the lake, And no birds sing.
II.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms! So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel’s granary is full, And the harvest’s done.
III.
I see a lily on thy brow With anguish moist and fever dew, And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth too.
IV.
I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful - a faery’s child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.
V.
I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She look’d at me as she did love, And made sweet moan.
VI.
I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend, and sing A faery’s song.
VII.
She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew, And sure in language strange she said - «I love thee true.»
VIII.
She took me to her elfin grot, And there she wept, and sigh’d fill sore, And there I shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four.
IX.
And there she lulled me asleep, And there I dream’d - Ah! woe betide! The latest dream I ever dream’d On the cold hill’s side.
X.
I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried - «La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!»
XI.
I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill’s side.
XII.
And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake, And no birds sing.
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