Jon Corelis - La Belle Dame Sans Merci - текст песни (слова)

La Belle Dame Sans Merci
 
 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 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.
 
 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 set her on my pacing steed,
        And nothing else saw all day long,
 For sidelong would she bend, and sing
        A faery's song.
 
 She found me roots of relish sweet,
        And honey wild, and manna-dew,
 And sure in language strange she said—
        'I love thee true'.
 
 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 lullèd me asleep,
        And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
 The latest dream I ever dreamt
        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 starved lips in the gloam,
        With horrid warning gapèd 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 is withered from the lake,
        And no birds sing.