la belle dame sans merci


La Belle Dame sans Merci [The Beautiful Lady without Mercy] (1926), Frank Cadogan Cowper

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
Hath thee in thrall!’

John Keats, 1819

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful — a fairy’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 fairy’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.’

— La Belle Dame Sans Merci, by John Keats.

Artwork: La Belle Dame Sans Merci, by Sir Frank Dicksee.

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(Requested by the fabulous seejenniferplay86, hopefully you like it! I thought that the obvious enthrallment of the knight who’s clearly lost to the world reflected the song well. It brought to mind the line from the poem on which the painting is based “La belle dame sans merci has the in thrall”.)