To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? 5 IO 15 Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook 20 Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? 25 Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; 30 LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI "O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms, The sedge has wither'd from the lake, “O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms! 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, 5 IO Her hair was long, her foot was light, 15 "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 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.' 20 25 And there I dream'd-Ah! woe betide! The latest dream I ever dream'd 35 On the cold hill's side. "I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all: 40 Hath thee in thrall!' "I saw their starved lips in the gloam 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, BRIGHT STAR! WOULD I WERE STEADFAST BRIGHT Star! would I were steadfast as thou art- Of snow upon the mountains and the moors: 45 5 No-yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, IO |