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la belle dame sans merci - marianne faithfull lyrics

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oh what can ail thee, knight*at*arms
alone and palely loitering?
the sedge has withered from the lake
and no birds sing

oh 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 sidelong 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, wild eyes
with kisses four

and there she lulled me asleep
and there i dreamed * ah, woe betide!
the latest dream i ever dreamt
on the cold hill 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 starved lips in the gloam
with horrid warning gaped wide
and i awoke and found me here
on the cold hill’s side

and that is why i sojourn here
alone and palely loitering
though sedge is withered from the lake
and no birds sing

- marianne faithfull lyrics

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