La Belle Dame Sans Merci

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 looked at me as she did love, And made sweet moan I saw pale kings and princes too (I saw pale) Pale warriors death-pale were they all (were they all) They cried "la belle dame sans merci" Hath thee enthrall She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild and manna dew And sure in language strange she said, "i love thee true" I saw pale kings and princes too (I saw pale) Pale warriors death-pale were they all (were they all) They cried "la belle dame sans merci" Hath thee enthrall And there she lulled me asleep, And there i dreamed ah woe betide The latest dream i ever dreamed, On they cold hill's side