In the canon
La Belle Dame sans Merci
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1819
- Pages
- Pages 1
The sedge has withered from the lake, and no birds sing. On a cold hillside after the harvest is in, a stranger finds a knight-at-arms loitering alone, a lily on his brow, and asks what ails him; the rest of the poem is his answer.
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, / Alone and palely loitering? / The sedge is wither'd from the lake, / And no birds sing.
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