Sweet Dreams John Keats

"I made a garland for her head,

And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;

She looked at me, as she did sweet love

And made sweet moan.

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 gazed and sighed deep;

And there I shut her wild sad eyes -

So kissed to sleep."

-John Keats

"La belle dame sans merci"