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O what can ail thee, Knight at arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the Lake
And no birds sing!
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
Fst withereth too--
I met a Lady in the Meads,
Full beutiful, a faery's child
Her hair was long, her foot was light
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--
I set her on my pacing steed
And nothing else saaw all day long
For sidelong would she bend 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
I love thee true--
She took me to her elfin grot
And there seh wept and sigh'd full sore
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 dreamt
On the cold hill side,
I saw pale Kings, and Princes too
Pale warriors, death pale were they all;
They cried, a belle dame sans merci
Thee hath in thrall
I saw their starv'd 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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