"O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palel..
Published: January 15th 2021, 12:11:38 am
"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 (spawn),
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild."
-La Belle Dame sans Merci, John Keats
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