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La Belle Dame sans Merci


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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.

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I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long;
For sideways would she lean, and sing
A faery’s song.
 

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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.
 

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She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew;
And sure in language strange she said,
I love thee true.


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