I met a lady in the meads, | |
Full beautiful—a faery’s child, | |
Her hair was long, her foot was light, | 15 |
And her eyes were wild. | |
V. 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. | 20 |
VI. 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. | |
VII. She found me roots of relish sweet, | 25 |
And honey wild, and manna dew, | |
And sure in language strange she said— | |
“I love thee true.” | |
VIII. She took me to her elfin grot, | |
And there she wept, and sigh’d fill sore, | 30 |
And there I shut her wild wild eyes | |
With kisses four. |
The daily (hopefully) thoughts of a History major on everything from movies and actors to music and books, as well as any other things I can think of.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Excerpt from 'La Belle Dame sans Merci' by John Keats
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