《La Belle Dame Sans Merci》By:John Keats

《La Belle Dame Sans Merci》By:John Keats

2014-04-27    02'32''

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[00:00.21]La Belle Dame Sans Merci [00:02.35]by John Keats [00:04.23]Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, [00:09.82]Alone and palely loitering? [00:12.42]The sedge has withered from the lake, [00:16.50]And no birds sing. [00:19.09]Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, [00:22.70]So haggard and so woe-begone? [00:24.43]The squirrel’s granary is full, [00:26.57]And the harvest’s done. [00:28.26]I see a lily on thy brow, [00:31.52]With anguish moist and fever-dew, [00:34.88]And on thy cheeks a fading rose [00:37.78]Fast withereth too. [00:39.92]I met a lady in the meads, [00:44.15]Full beautiful – a faery’s child, [00:48.12]Her hair was long, her foot was light, [00:51.19]And her eyes were wild. [00:54.55]I made a garland for her head, [00:57.75]And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; [01:00.29]She looked at me as she did love, [01:02.74]And made sweet moan. [01:04.77]I set her on my pacing steed, [01:07.78]And nothing else saw all day long, [01:10.17]For sidelong would she bend, and sing [01:12.77]A faery’s song. [01:14.55]She found me roots of relish sweet, [01:17.61]And honey wild, and manna-dew, [01:20.15]And sure in language strange she said - [01:23.20]‘I love thee true’. [01:25.39]She took me to her elfin grot, [01:28.44]And there she wept and sighed full sore, [01:32.20]And there I shut her wild wild eyes [01:35.62]With kisses four. [01:37.91]And there she lulled me asleep [01:41.01]And there I dreamed – Ah! woe betide! - [01:45.86]The latest dream I ever dreamt [01:48.76]On the cold hill side. [01:51.21]I saw pale kings and princes too, [01:55.32]Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; [01:59.65]They cried – ‘La Belle Dame sans Merci [02:02.60]Hath thee in thrall!’ [02:05.15]I saw their starved lips in the gloam, [02:08.36]With horrid warning gaped wide, [02:10.59]And I awoke and found me here, [02:13.86]On the cold hill’s side. [02:17.11]And this is why I sojourn here [02:20.68]Alone and palely loitering, [02:23.88]Though the sedge is withered from the lake, [02:27.96]And no birds sing.