Day: January 29, 2007

La Belle Dame Sans Merci

IOh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,Alone and palely loitering?The sedge has withered from the lake,And no birds sing.                          II Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,So haggard and so woe-begone?The squirrel's granary is full,And the harvest's done.                          III I see a lily … Continue reading La Belle Dame Sans Merci