La Belle Dame sans Merci
by John Keats

"O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
        Alone 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 cheek 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 lullèd 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-'LaBelle Dame sans Merci
        Hath thee in thrall!'

"I saw their starv'd lips in the gloom,
        With horried warning gapèd 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."

John Keats