Tag: John Keats

La Belle Dame sans Merci

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 look’d at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. – John Keats – La Belle […]

XVII. the Star

Bright star! Would I were stedfast as thou art, Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores – John Keats – Bright Star –

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