Volume 3 / Part 1 — LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI

I.

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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 squirrels 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 cheek 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 sideways 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 full sore,

And there I shut her wild wild eyes

With kisses four.

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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;

Who cry'd—' La belle Dame sans Merci

Hath thee in thrall! '

XI.

"I saw their starv'd 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 withered from the lake,

And no birds sing."

——J. Keats.

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