1
O what can ail thee, knight at arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.
2
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.
3
I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on they cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
4
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful, a fairy's child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light
And her eyes were wild.
5
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.
6
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A fairy's song.
7
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said--
I love thee true.
8
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
9
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.
10
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!"
11
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
12
And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake
And no birds sing.
Posted: Monday 24th October 2005, 10:35 PM