Song: La belle dame sans merci
Viewed: 52 - Published at: 5 years ago
Artist: Marianne Faithfull
Year: 2021Viewed: 52 - Published at: 5 years ago
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
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 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 looked at me as she did love
And made sweet moan
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
She found me roots of relish sweet
And honey wild, and manna-dew
And sure in language strange she said
'I love thee true'
She took me to her elfin grot
And there she wept and sighed full sore
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
With kisses four
And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed - Ah, woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side
I saw pale kings and princes too
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all
They cried - 'La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!'
I saw their starved lips in the gloam
With horrid warning gaped wide
And I awoke and found me here
On the cold hill's side
And that is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering
Though sedge is withered from the lake
And no birds sing
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
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 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 looked at me as she did love
And made sweet moan
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
She found me roots of relish sweet
And honey wild, and manna-dew
And sure in language strange she said
'I love thee true'
She took me to her elfin grot
And there she wept and sighed full sore
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
With kisses four
And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed - Ah, woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side
I saw pale kings and princes too
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all
They cried - 'La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!'
I saw their starved lips in the gloam
With horrid warning gaped wide
And I awoke and found me here
On the cold hill's side
And that is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering
Though sedge is withered from the lake
And no birds sing
( Marianne Faithfull )
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