The squirrel's granry is full.

And the harvest's done

I see a lily on they brow

With anguish moist and fever dew;

And on they cheek a fading rose

Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads،

Full beautiful - afaery'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 look'd at me as she did love،

And made a sweet moan

I set her on my pacing steed،

And nothing else saw all day long،

For side ways would she lean، and sing

A faery's Song

She found me roots of relish sweet،

And honey wild، and mana dew;

And sure in language strange she said I love thee true

She took me in her elfin grot،

And there she gazed and sighed 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 side.

I saw pale kings and princes too،

Pale warriors، death-pale were they all;

They cried - «la Belle Dame sans merci

Thee hath in thrall!»

I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam،

With horrid warning gaped wide،

And I awoke، and found me here،

On the cold hill side ..