Letra de La Belle Dame Sans Merci
What can ail thee, knight-at-arms Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake And no birds singWhat can ail thee, knight-at-arms So, haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel's granary is full And the harvest's doneSee a lily on thy brow With anguish moist and fever-dew And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth tooI met a lady in the meads Full beautiful, a fairy's child Her hair was long, her foot was light And her eyes they were wildSet her on my pacing steed Nothing else saw all day long For sidelong would she bend And sing a fairy's songI made a garland for her head And bracelets too, and fragrant zone She looked at me and she did love And made a sweet moanShe 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 fourAnd there she lulled me fast asleep And there I dreamed, ah, woe betide The strangest dream I ever dreamed On the cold hillsideI saw pale kings and princes too Pale warriors, death-pale were all They cried, La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrallI saw their starved lips in gloam With horrid warning gaped wide And I awoke and found me here On the cold hillsideAnd this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering The sedge is withered from the lake And no birds sing