She took me to her elfin grot, And there she wept, and sigh'd full sore, And there I shut her wild, wild eyes With kisses four. And there she lulled me asleep, And there I dream'd-Ah! woe betide The latest dream I ever dream'd On the cold hill's side. I saw pale kings and princes too, 32 36 Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried-"La Belle Dame sans Merci I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam, On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake 1820. And no birds sing. 40 44 48 John Keats. ROBIN HOOD AND ALLEN-A-DALE COME, listen to me, you gallants so free, As Robin Hood in the forest stood, There was he ware of a brave young man, As fine as fine might be. The youngster was clad in scarlet red, In scarlet fine and gay; And he did frisk it over the plain, And chanted a roundelay. As Robin Hood next morning stood Amongst the leaves so gay, There did he espy the same young man The scarlet he wore the day before It was clean cast away; And every step he fetched a sigh, 8 12 16 20 |