ills side.
10
I saoo,
Pale hey all;
they cried--La belle dame sans merci
hrall!
11
I saarvd lips in the gloam
ith horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here
On the cold hills side.
12
And this in why I sojourned here,
Alone and palely loitering,
the lake,
And no birds sing.