[00:10.00]La Belle Dame sans Merci
[00:05.00]John Keats
[00:28.00]O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, “
[00:31.00]Alone and palely loitering?
[00:37.00]The sedge has withered from the lake,
[00:43.00]And no birds sing.
[00:50.00]O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, “
[00:56.00]So haggard and so woe-begone?
[00:59.40]The squirrel’s granary is full,
[01:03.00]And the harvest’s done.
[01:14.00]I see a lily on thy brow, “
[01:17.00]With anguish moist and fever-dew,
[01:22.00]And on thy cheeks a fading rose
[01:24.00]Fast withereth too.
[01:35.00]I met a lady in the meads,
[01:40.00]Full beautiful, a fairy’s child;
[01:45.00]Her hair was long, her foot was light,
[01:51.00]And her eyes were wild.
[02:00.00]I set her on my pacing steed, （
[02:05.00]And nothing else saw all day long,
[02:10.00]For sidelong would she bend, and sing
[02:13.00]A faery’s song.
[02:23.00]I made a garland for her head, “
[02:28.00]And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
[02:33.00]She looked at me as she did love,
[02:40.00]And made sweet moan
[02:47.00]She found me roots of relish sweet, “
[02:52.00]And honey wild, and manna-dew,
[02:57.00]And sure in language strange she said—
[03:01.00]‘I love thee true’.
[03:16.00]She took me to her Elfin grot,”
[03:23.00]And there she wept and sighed full sore,
[03:27.00]And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
[03:31.00]With kisses four.
[03:40.00]And there she lulled me asleep, “
[03:45.00]And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!
[03:50.00].00]The latest dream I ever dreamt
[03:58.00]On the cold hill side.
[04:21.00]I saw pale kings and princes too, “
[04:26.00]Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
[04:32.00]They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
[04:37.00]Hath thee in thrall!’
[04:43.00]I saw their starved lips in the gloam, “
[04:49.00]With horrid warning gaped wide,
[04:53.00]And I awoke and found me here,
[05:00.02]On the cold hill’s side.
[05:04.00]And this is why I sojourn here, “
[05:23.00]lone and palely loitering,
[05:26.00]Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
[05:33.00]And no birds sing.