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 saw pale kings, and princes too Pale warriors, death-pale were they all Who cry'd - "La belle Dame sans merci Hath thee in thrall" She found me roots of relish sweet And honey wild, and manna dew And sure in language strange she said "I love thee true" I saw pale kings, and princes too Pale warriors, death-pale were they all Who cry'd - "La belle Dame sans merci Hath thee in thrall" And there she lulled me asleep And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! - The latest dream I ever dreamed On the cold hill side
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 saw pale kings, and princes too Pale warriors, death-pale were they all Who cry'd - "La belle Dame sans merci Hath thee in thrall" She found me roots of relish sweet And honey wild, and manna dew And sure in language strange she said "I love thee true" I saw pale kings, and princes too Pale warriors, death-pale were they all Who cry'd - "La belle Dame sans merci Hath thee in thrall" And there she lulled me asleep And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! - The latest dream I ever dreamed On the cold hill side
