La Belle Dame Sans Merci

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 look'd at me as she did love

And made sweet moan

I saw pale kings, and princes too

Pale warriors, death-pale were they all

Who cry'd - "La belle Dame sans merci

Hath thee in thrall"

She found me roots of relish sweet

And honey wild, and manna dew

And sure in language strange she said

"I love thee true"

I saw pale kings, and princes too

Pale warriors, death-pale were they all

Who cry'd - "La belle Dame sans merci

Hath thee in thrall"

And there she lulled me asleep

And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! -

The latest dream I ever dreamed

On the cold hill side