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's side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,

Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried-"La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrail!"

I saw their starv'd 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 wither'd from the lake

1820.

And no birds sing.

John Keats.

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ADVENTURE

VDZFZILBE

ROBIN HOOD AND ALLEN-A-DALE

COME, listen to me, you gallants so free,
All you that loves mirth for to hear,
And I will you tell of a bold outlaw,
That lived in Nottinghamshire. (bis)

As Robin Hood in the forest stood,
All under the greenwood tree,

There was he ware of a brave young man,
As fine as fine might be.

The youngster was clad in scarlet red,

In scarlet fine and gay;

And he did frisk it over the plain,
And chanted a roundelay,

As Robin Hood next morning stood
Amongst the leaves so gay,

There did he espy the same young man
Come drooping along the way.

The scarlet he wore the day before

It was clean cast away;

And every step he fetched a sigh, "Alack and well-a-day!"

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