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LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI

 La Belle Dame Sans Merci

                                 John Keats (1795-1821)

O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
                     O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
                      So haggard and so woe-begone?
                       The squirrel's and granary is full,
                       And the Harvest's done.
I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever dew;
And on thy cheeks, a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
                     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 bracelet too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
                I set her on my pacing steed,
                And nothing else saw all day long;
                For sidelong would she bend, and sing
                A fairy's song. 
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange, she said_
             She took me to her elfin grot,
             And there she wept and sighed full sore,
             And there I shut her wild wild eyes
            With kisses four.
And there she lulled me asleep
And there I dreamed- Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dreamed
On the cold hillside.
            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 !'
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.
            And this is why I sojourn here
             Alone and palely loitering, 
          Though the sedge has withered from the lake
           And no birds sing.

Keats La belle Dame Sans Merci

       Central idea of the poem

The Central idea of the ballad 'La Belle Dame Sans Merci' is the futility of romantic love resulting in utter disappointment. It also hints at the cruelty of beautiful flirts. The lady had enslaved and destroyed kings, princes and warriors and now she has ruined him. The cruelty of the beautiful lady and the unfulfilled love of knight are the chief points with which the poem deals.


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