JOHN KEATS
C I set her on my pacing steed
And nothing else saw all day long, For sideways would she lean, and sing A faery's song.
c She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild and manna dew, And sure in language strange she said, "I love thee true 1 "
'She took me to her elfin grot,
And there bhe wept and sigh'd full sore; And there I shut her wild, wild eyes With kisses four.
c And there frhe lulled me asleep,
And there I dreamed Ah T woe betide' The latest dream 1 ever dream'd On the cold hill's side.
C I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; Who cried "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thec in thrall'"
C 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
Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.'
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