Some never think of it... You did. You'd come along and say you'd nearly brought me a present but something had gone wrong.

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 g loam
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,
Through the sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.