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      Oh, what can ail thee,
      knight-at-arms,
      Alone and palely loitering?
      The sedge has withered from the lake,
      And no birds sing.

      O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
      So haggard and so woe-begone?
      The squirrel's granary is full,
      And the harvest's done.

      I see a lily on thy brow,
      With anguish moist and fever dew;
      And on thy cheeks a fading rose
      Fast withereth too.

      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.

      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 she would bend and sing
      A faery'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."

      She took me to her elfin grot,
      And there she wept and sighed full sore,
      And there I shut her wild eyes
      With kisses four.

      And there she lulled me asleep
      And there I dreamed-Ah! woe betide!
      The latest dream I ever dreamed
      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!"

      I saw their starved lips in the gloam
      With horrid waning gaped wide,
      And I awoke and found me here
      On the cold hill's side.

      And this is why I sojourn here
      Alone and palely loitering,
      Though the sedge has withered from the lake,
      And no birds sing.

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      I like to dedicate this site to my gentle knight...the bravest you'll ever met! Sir Barry of the Secret Sídhe...I have always been and shall always be thy redhaired Faerie Lady with all of my heart!Divider

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      Original music composed by Tom Williams III, 
      Copyright © 1996-98 Dreamsharer Music, Ltd.
      Used With Permission.

      Thank you straight from my heart for the kind permission! Your music is a real treasure!

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