La Belle Dame sans Merci John Keats O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, “ Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered 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 fairy’s child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. 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. I made a garland for her head, “ And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She looked at me as she did love, And made sweet moan 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 sighed full sore, And there I shut her wild, wild eyes With kisses four. And there she lulled me asleep, “ And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide! .00]The latest dream I ever dreamt On the cold hill 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, “ lone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake, And no birds sing.
[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.
