La Belle Dame Sans Merci

My lovo is young, my lore is fuir, Bweet, true and amiable i sho, "With turkis eyus and topaz hair - Alas, iny love is lctót to mei Her no crusades nor cranks confound, Nor Ibsunitish problema vox; She has no thoorios to propound - I've uever heard her inuntion sex. She doosn't sinile on risque mots; Her ta.lo is dress is quite divino ; Shc's half an angel, goodnesa knows, But, ah, she liever can be mine. I knew sho painted tambourines And pioklo jara aud coppor bells, With flowcrs and storks and river scènes And moonlight views on scallop shells. &he's paiutcd photo frames galore - Wootl, velvet, ivurinu and brass; Sho paints the panels of the door ; She has not spared the lookiug glass. The plush framed plaques upon her wall. Her llmp art musitas everywhere, Tho lloral drain pipe in her hall- Thcy kiiüw the pangs I've had to bear. And now tho Rubicon is passec5,, The great abyss between us set, The final blow bas fall'n nt last- I've Süid goodby to Amoret. Goodby to bliss that might have been, Goodby to happy hopes that wore- She's "draped" a Voruis-Martin screen And asmnnlled an eim)ire cliair.