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Tuesday, October 30, 2007

La Belle Dame Sans Merci




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 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 fill 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 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 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 wither’d from the lake, And no birds sing.


{John-Keats}

1 comment:

D'jierke (The One) said...

Promise me My First. That one day soon, you will whisper words like these into my ear as I rest my head upon your breasts and lull me to sleep.
I have made this bed on which I wish to lie here with you. It has been empty too long with a purpose. It simply was waiting for you.
Love
~Dirk

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