The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #59418 Message #3327907
Posted By: Amos
23-Mar-12 - 05:50 PM
Thread Name: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrelÕs granary is full,
And the harvestÕs done.
I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautifulÑa faeryÕs child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
(Keats! KEats!)