<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420984" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>La Belle Dame Sans Merci (Original version )</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,<br>Alone and palely loitering?<br>The sedge has withered from the lake,<br>And no birds sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,<br>So haggard and so woe-begone?<br>The squirrel's granary is full,<br>And the harvest's done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see a lily on thy brow,<br>With anguish moist and fever-dew,<br>And on thy cheeks a fading rose<br>Fast withereth too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I met a lady in the meads,<br>Full beautiful - a faery's child,<br>Her hair was long, her foot was light,<br>And her eyes were wild.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I made a garland for her head,<br>And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;<br>She looked at me as she did love,<br>And made sweet moan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I set her on my pacing steed,<br>And nothing else saw all day long,<br>For sidelong would she bend, and sing<br>A faery's song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She found me roots of relish sweet,<br>And honey wild, and manna-dew,<br>And sure in language strange she said -<br>'I love thee true'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She took me to her elfin grot,<br>And there she wept and sighed full sore,<br>And there I shut her wild wild eyes<br>With kisses four.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there she lulled me asleep<br>And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! -<br>The latest dream I ever dreamt<br>On the cold hill side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw pale kings and princes too,<br>Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;<br>They cried - 'La Belle Dame sans Merci<br>Hath thee in thrall!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw their starved lips in the gloam,<br>With horrid warning gaped wide,<br>And I awoke and found me here,<br>On the cold hill's side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And this is why I sojourn here<br>Alone and palely loitering,<br>Though the sedge is withered from the lake, <br>And no birds sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Keats">John Keats</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420984" data-title="La Belle Dame Sans Merci (Original version ) de John Keats" data-description="Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel's granary is full, And the harvest's done...."></div> </div> </div>

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