Eldaraenth The Bardic Circle
La Belle Damme Sans Merci
By John Keats
Submitted by Mourtegoul
I.
O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither?rom the lake,
And no birds sing.
II.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms!
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel?ranary is full,
And the harvest?one.
III.
I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
IV.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful??aery?hild,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
V.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look?t me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
VI.
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery?ong.
VII.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said??lt;br>?ove thee true.??lt;br>
VIII.
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept, and sigh?ill sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.
IX.
And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream?h! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream?
On the cold hill?ide.
X.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried?? Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!??lt;br>
XI.
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill?ide.
XII.
And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither?rom the lake,
And no birds sing.
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