KEATS — La Belle Dame sans Merci (Melodic Techno Opera)

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. 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. She looked at me as she did love, And made sweet moan... And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend, and sing A faery’s song! I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend, and sing A faery’s song. 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!” She looked at me as she did love, And made sweet moan... ¡La Belle Dame sans Merci! ¡Thee hath in thrall! [End]