document.write("Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,<br />Alone and palely loitering;<br />The sedge is wither\\\'d from the lake,<br />And no birds sing.<br /><br />Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,<br />So haggard and so woe-begone?<br />The squirrel\\\'s granary is full,<br />And the harvest\\\'s done.<br /><br />I see a lily on thy brow,<br />With anguish moist and fever dew;<br />And on thy cheek a fading rose<br />Fast withereth too.<br /><br />I met a lady in the meads<br />Full beautiful, a faery\\\'s child;<br />Her hair was long, her foot was light,<br />And her eyes were wild.<br /><br />I set her on my pacing steed,<br />And nothing else saw all day long;<br />For sideways would she lean, and sing<br />A faery\\\'s song.<br /><br />I made a garland for her head,<br />And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;<br />She look\\\'d at me as she did love,<br />And made sweet moan.<br /><br />She found me roots of relish sweet,<br />And honey wild, and manna dew;<br />And sure in language strange she said,<br />I love thee true.<br /><br />She took me to her elfin grot,<br />And there she gaz\\\'d and sighed deep,<br />And there I shut her wild sad eyes--<br />So kiss\\\'d to sleep.<br /><br />And there we slumber\\\'d on the moss,<br />And there I dream\\\'d, ah woe betide,<br />The latest dream I ever dream\\\'d<br />On the cold hill side.<br /><br />I saw pale kings, and princes too,<br />Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;<br />Who cry\\\'d--\\\"La belle Dame sans merci<br />Hath thee in thrall!\\\"<br /><br />I saw their starv\\\'d lips in the gloam<br />With horrid warning gaped wide,<br />And I awoke, and found me here<br />On the cold hill side.<br /><br />And this is why I sojourn here<br />Alone and palely loitering,<br />Though the sedge is wither\\\'d from the lake,<br />And no birds sing.");