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 fragant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
I set her on my pacing stedd,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.
John Keats, La Belle Dame sans merci.
Cuadro: Frank Dicksee