I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful a faery�s child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild. I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She look�d at me as she did love, And made sweet moan. - Extact from the poem - La Belle Dame sans Merci, John Keats 1884
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