| "O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms, | |
| Alone and palely loitering? | |
| The sedge has wither'd from the lake, | |
| And no birds sing. | |
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| "O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms! | 5 |
| 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. | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| 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. | 20 |
| |
| "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, | 25 |
| 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 full sore; | 30 |
| And there I shut her wild, wild eyes | |
| With kisses four. | |
| |
| "And there she lullèd me asleep, | |
| And there I dream'd—ah! woe betide! | |
| The latest dream I ever dream'd | 35 |
| 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!' | 40 |
| |
| "I saw their starved lips in the gloam | |
| With horrid warning gapèd wide, | |
| And I awoke and found me here | |
| On the cold hill's side. | |
| |
| "And this is why I sojourn here | 45 |
| Alone and palely loitering, | |
| Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, | |
| And no birds sing." | |
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