La Belle Dame Sans Merci
~Sir Frank Dicksee
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 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.
excerpt from "La Belle Dame Sans Merci"