The squirrel's granry is full.
And the harvest's done
I see a lily on they brow
With anguish moist and fever dew;
And on they cheek a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful - afaery'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 a sweet moan
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For side ways would she lean, and sing
A faery's Song
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and mana dew;
And sure in language strange she said I love thee true
She took me in her elfin grot,
And there she gazed and sighed 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 side.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried - «la Belle Dame sans merci
Thee hath in thrall! »
I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke, and found me here,
On the cold hill side ..