330 To banish Even from her sky. Fancy, high-commissioned: - send her! And thou shalt quaff it: - thou shalt hear Rustle of the reapèd corn; Sweet birds antheming the morn: And, in the same moment - hark! 'Tis the early April lark, Or the rooks, with busy caw, 40 White-plumed lilies, and the first Sapphire queen of the mid-May; Then the hurry and alarm When the bee-hive cast its swarm; Oh, sweet Fancy! let her loose; Everything is spoilt by use: 50 60 Where's the cheek that doth not fade, Too much gazed at? Where's the maid 70 Whose lip mature is ever new? Where's the eye, however blue, Doth not weary? Where's the face At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth While she held the goblet sweet, And Jove grew languid. - Break the mesh Of the Fancy's silken leash; Quickly break her prison-string And such joys as these she'll bring. Let the winged Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home. 80 90 LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI I Ан, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, The sedge is withered from the lake, II Ah, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, III I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too. IV 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. V I set her on my pacing steed, And nothing else saw all day long; For sideways would she lean, and sing A faery's song. VI I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She looked at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. VII She found me roots of relish sweet, VIII She took me to her elfin grot, And there she gazed and sighed deep, And there I shut her wild sad eyes— So kissed to sleep. |