La belle dame

La belle dame

O, what can ail thee, the foolish knight didn’t see

Alone and palely loitering?

The sedge will never wither from this lake,

And the birds will forever sing

I met a knight in the meads,

Strong and brave

His hair was short and armour polished

And a loving look he gave

He made a garland for my head,

And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;

He thought I look’d at him as I did love’

So he made a sweet moan

He set me on his pacing steed,

And would not leave me all day long;

For he would bend and sing

A sorrow filled song

I gave him roots of relish sweet,

And honey wild, and manna dew,

And sure in a language strange I said-

“To you I could never be true”

I took him to my elfin grot,

And there I lulled him to sleep

And there I shut his sad eyes

There I could only weep

Forever a prisoner I would be,

This curse would never set me free

Forced to live life alone

for the light of day he would never again see

O, what can ail thee, the foolish Knight didn’t see

But out side, it was spring

The sedge would never wither from that lake

But the birds would forever sing.