[ Featuring Morgan Pearse, John Andrews ]
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms
So lone and palely loitering?
The sedge hath wither'd from the lake
And no birds sing
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms
So haggard and so woebegone?
The squirrel's granary is full
And the harvest 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 beautifula 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 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
She took me to her elfin grot
And there she wept, and sigh'd full sore
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four
And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dream'd Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream'd
On the cold hill's 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 gloom
With horrid warning gaping 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 is wither'd from the lake
And no birds sing
