La belle dame sans merci-Mark Bradshaw

[00:00.00]O what can ail thee knight-at-arms [00:02.59]Alone and palely loitering? [00:05.51]The sedge has wither'd from the Lake [00:08.45]And no birds sing! [00:10.63] [00:11.87]O what can ail thee knight-at-arms [00:14.00]So haggard and so woe-begone? [00:17.11]The squirrel's granary is full [00:19.90]And the harvest's done. [00:22.10] [00:23.14]I see a lily on thy brow [00:25.44]With anguish moist and fever dew [00:28.77]And on thy cheeks a fading rose [00:30.92]Fast withereth too— [00:32.83] [00:33.84]I met a Lady in the Meads [00:36.88]Full beautiful, a faery's child [00:40.54]Her hair was long, her foot was light [00:44.32]And her eyes were wild— [00:46.68] [00:47.37]I made a Garland for her head, [00:50.02]And bracelets too, and fragrant zone: [00:52.96]She look'd at me as she did love [00:55.73]And made sweet moan— [00:58.14] [00:59.37]I set her on my pacing steed [01:01.87]And nothing else saw all day long [01:04.60]For sidelong would she bend and sing [01:07.17]A faery's song— [01:09.07] [01:10.32]She found me roots of relish sweet [01:13.32]And honey wild and manna dew [01:15.53]And sure in language strange she said [01:18.89]"I love thee true"— [01:21.31] [01:22.43]She took me to her elfin grot [01:25.16]And there she wept and sigh'd full sore [01:28.69]And there I shut her wild wild eyes [01:31.57]With kisses four. [01:33.57] [01:34.42]And there she lulled me asleep [01:37.06]And there I dream'd—Ah Woe betide! [01:40.65]The latest dream I ever dreamt [01:43.45]On the cold hill's side. [01:46.10] [01:47.30]I saw pale kings and princes too [01:50.49]Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; [01:54.56]They cried "La belle dame sans merci [01:57.96]Hath thee in thrall." [02:00.30] [02:01.33]I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam [02:04.04]With horrid warning gaped wide [02:07.17]And I awoke and found me here [02:10.02]On the cold hill's side. [02:12.77] [02:13.90]And this is why I sojourn here [02:16.53]Alone and palely loitering; [02:19.85]Though the sedge is wither'd from the Lake, [02:23.54]And no birds sing—