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John Keats (17951821).
La Belle Dame sans Merci
John William Waterhouse 16"X24" print on canvas $115.00 24"X36" print on canvas $240.00 back to gallery
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms! So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrels granary is full, And the harvests done. III. I see a lily on thy brow With anguish moist and fever dew, And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth too. IV. I met a lady in the meads, Full beautifula faerys child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. V. I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She lookd at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. VI. I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend, and sing A faerys song. VII. She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna dew, And sure in language strange she said I love thee true. VIII. She took me to her elfin grot, And there she wept, and sighd fill sore, And there I shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four. IX. And there she lulled me asleep, And there I dreamdAh! woe betide! The latest dream I ever dreamd On the cold hills side. X. I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They criedLa Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall! XI. I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hills side. XII. And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is witherd from the lake, And no birds sing.