--- In Warning of Love ---

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said ---
'I love thee true'.

She took me to her elfin grot
And there she wept and sigh'd full sore,
And there I shut her wild, wild eyes
With kisses four. 

And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream'd - Ah! woe betide !
The latest dream I ever dream'd
On the cold hill side.

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.

And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing...