Keats' Poems By John Keats La Belle Dame sans Merci" (original version)"

     LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI.

     Oh what can ail thee Knight at arms
       Alone and palely loitering?
     The sedge has withered from the Lake
       And no birds sing.

     Oh 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 lulled me asleep,
       And there I dream'd, Ah! Woe betide!
     The latest dream I ever dreamt
       On the cold hill side.

     I saw pale Kings, and Princes too,
       Pale warriors, death pale were they all;
     They cried, La belle dame sans merci,
       Thee hath in thrall.

     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.

     And this is why I sojourn here
       Alone and palely loitering;
     Though the sedge is withered from the Lake
       And no birds sing. . ..

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