Faerie Dust
Just open your heart and mind
And Fae there shall be!!
O, what can ail thee, knight at arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered 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 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 side long 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 eyes
With kisses four.
And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed - Ah! Woe
betide!
The latest dream I ever dreamed
On the cold hill side.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death pale were
they all;V They cried, "La Belle Dame Sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!"
I saw there starved 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 has withered from
the lake
And no birds sing.
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