SELECTIONS IN ENGLISH POETRY
VI
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.
VII
She found me roots of relish sweet, 25
And honey wild, and manna dew;
And sure in language strange she said—
'I love thee true!'
VIII
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed.full sore, 30
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.
IX
And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dreamed—ah ! Woe betide !
The latest dream I ever dreamed 35
On the cold hill-side.
X
I saw pale Kings and Princes too,
Pale; warriors, death-pale were they all;
Who cried—* La Belle Dame sans Merci
Thee hath in thrall!" 40
XI
I saw their starved lips in the gloom.
With horrid warning gap£d wide,