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La Belle Dame sans Merci
4
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.
5
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long ;
For sideways would she lean, and sing
À faery’s song.
6
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone ;
She look’d at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
7
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew ;
And sure in language strange she said,
I love thee true.
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