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 JOHN KEATS

C 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.

c She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild and manna dew, And sure in language strange she said, "I love thee true 1 "

'She took me to her elfin grot,

And there bhe wept and sigh'd full sore; And there I shut her wild, wild eyes With kisses four.

c And there frhe lulled me asleep,

And there I dreamed Ah T woe betide' The latest dream 1 ever dream'd On the cold hill's side.

C I saw pale kings and princes too,

Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; Who cried "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thec in thrall'"

C 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.

Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
 * And this is why I sojourn here

And no birds sing.'

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