Saturday, February 2, 2013

"La Belle Dame Sans Merci"

Some of my favorite lines from one of my favorite poems on this wintry Saturday. ~Alice

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!”        40
 
XI.

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.
 
XII.

And this is why I sojourn here,
        45
  Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
  And no birds sing.

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