X. I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!” XI. I saw their starved lips in the gloam, With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here, On the cold hill’s side. XII. And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake, And no birds sing.
John KeatsTall oaks branch charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir.
John KeatsO Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings
John Keats