Cold Hill's Side (Adapted from " La Belle Dame Sans Merci" by John Keats)
O what can ail thee, my knight, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering, haggard and so woe, so woe - begone?
I met a lady in the meads, so beautiful —a faery’s child,
I met a lady in the meads, and her eyes, her eyes were wild.
I made her a garland, set her on my pacing steed,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing to me
She found me roots oh so sweet ,took me to her Elfin grot,
wept and sighed full sore, and there I kissed her wild wild eyes.
O can ail thee, my knight, my knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering, haggard and so woe, woe – begone?
I met a lady in the meads, she lullèd me asleep,
there I dreamed, woe betide! The latest dream I ever dreamt.
I saw pale kings pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci Thee hath in thrall!’
I saw their starved lips with horrid warning gapèd wide,
And this is why I sojourn here, alone on the cold hill's side
Though the sedge is withered from the lake, and no birds sing.
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