JOHN KEATS

• 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.

' She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild and manna dew, And sure in language strange she said, 11 1 love thee true ! "

• She took me to her elfin grot,

And there she wept and sigh'd full sorej And there I shut her wild, wild eyes With kisses four.

'And there she lulled me asleep,

And there I dream'd Ah ! woe betide ! The latest dream I ever dream'd On the cold hill's side.

' I saw pale kings and princes too,

Pale warriors, death-pale were they all ; Who cried " La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall ! "

l l 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 wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing/

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