Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
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wretched wight should read wretched knight or knight at arms other than that minor error this is a wonderful poem full of imagery and story
Keats was morbidly ill. It seems to me that in this poem he is the knight, and his life is the woman. She is beautiful, but she has no mercy. There is a further parallel as in life he met a woman he loved and they could not marry because he was poor and dying. This is his lament. Beautiful.
'La Belle Dame Sans Merci' translates to 'The Beautiful Lady Without Mercy.'... I adore the fourth stanza of this poem... The woman described is strange and wonderful... and absolutely terrible. Her love is something that the knight desires, but that he learns to fear as well... This faery's child is nature in all her splendor and yes, mercilessness...
It is better to have never loved at all than to have loved and lost. Every man once in his life time feels like the knight.
It is a brilliant composition filled with a deep sense of loss and longing. Its a sinister game which this elusive lady plays on this poor Knight who is enticed into her trap like so many others before him.
THIS IS VERY GOOD AND FULL OF EMOTIONS FOR THE PEOPLE WHO WANT TO KNOW THE SADNESS OF LOVE...........
Extremely romantic poem with extraordinary skill and rhythm... Beautifully executed.. Supernatural par excellence....