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La belle dame sans merci
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John Keats
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O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms So lone and palely loitering? The sedge has wither'd from the lake And no birds sing 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 I see a lily on thy brow With anguish moist and fever dew And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth too 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 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 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 She found me roots of relish sweet And honey wild, and manna dew And sure in language strange she said -- "I love thee true." 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 And there she lull'd me asleep And there I dream'd -- Ah! woe betide! The latest dream I ever dream'd On the cold hill's side 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!" I saw their starved lips in the gloom With horrid warning gaping wide And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side 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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