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Inner Light Arts Blog — La Belle Dame sans Merci

La Belle Dame sans Merci; an artist's life

kristena briem-west collage John Keats poet La Belle Dame sans Merci pre-raphaelite art

La Belle Dame sans Merci; an artist's life

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...

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