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letra de la belle dame sans merci - john keats - gideon wagner

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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

o 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
fast withereth too

i met a lady in the meads
full beautiful—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 looked at me as she did love
and made sweet moan

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
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 sighed full sore
and there i shut her wild wild eyes
with kisses four

and there she lullèd me asleep
and there i dreamed—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—‘la belle dame sans merci
thee hath in thrall!’

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
alone and palely loitering
though the sedge is withered from the lake
and no birds sing

- gideon wagner

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