And there she gazed and sighed deep,
And there I shut her wild sad eyes eyes—
So kissed to sleep.
“And there we slumbered on the moss,
And there I dreamed—Ah, woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dreamed
On the cold hill-side.
“I saw pale Kings and Princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
Who cried, ‘La Belle Dame sans Merci