La Belle Dame sans Merci- one of my favourite poems ever!

sultryevening

La Belle Dame Sans Merci
John Keats



O what can ail thee, knight at arms,

Alone and palely loitering?

The sedge has wither'd from the lake,

And no birds sing.



O 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 fairy'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 look'd 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 fairy'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 sigh'd full sore,

And there I shut her wild wild eyes

With kisses four.




And there she lulled me asleep,

And there I dream'd_Ah! woe betide!

The latest dream I ever dream'd

On the cold hill's 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 starv'd lips in the gloam

With horrid warning gaped wide,

And I awoke and found me here

On the cold hill's side.



And this is why I sojourn here,

Alone and palely loitering,

Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake,

And no birds sing.

actalo

John Keats? It is unfortunate all the great romantics die alone... caring only for his immortal writing, he forsoke his love and died young. I would call his life tragic, yet he did it all to himself... the irony makes him my favorite poet. (That and he's Irish)

BhagavadGita

My favorite part......

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept, and sigh'd full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.


pretty amazing feeling to have your wild wild eyes shut with kisses 4. Oh, how women long for THE man to come around & FINALLY do that.

Young girls feel this. why when we get wise, do our feeling filters clog up?

sultryevening

how i long for to be taken to an Elfin grot !!!
Arwen Evenstar- yes please!!!!!!

keven 33

i thought ya know my response to this
is already known what could i say here
that is more loving than i love you
or has it gotten to the point where
im known as the computer ho

this poem is awesome i think that it says
many things that i could write but never
show anyone as something i write
i wrote a bunch of words for these boys
i was jamming with one time and i took
the words but did not even read one line

in my heart i wanted to scream yo i love you
i love you i love the world
but all we talked about was music that
was as hard as the heart of a soldier
until momma hugs him

love