Story-Telling Ballads / Selected and Arranged for Story-Telling and Reading Aloud and for the Boys' and Girls' Own Reading

by Unknown

Alone and palely loitering?

The sedge is withered from the lake,

And no birds sing.

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,

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;