Darkling I Listen

[Captain.Heroin]

Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme,
To take into the air my quiet breath;
Now more than ever seems it rich to die,
To cease upon the midnight with no pain...



John Keats
1795-1821

 

[BehindtheShadow]

Nice, I too am a fan of Keats

 

[Asclepius]

I had forgotten this Keats' poem.

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 fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

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.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said?
?I love thee true.?

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

And there she lull?d me asleep,
And there I dreamed?Ah! woe betide!?
The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill side.

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!?

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gap?d wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill?s side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/articles/69748/john-keats-la-belle-dame-sans-merci

A lovely piece of webage about this.