There Is An Old Saying "well Begun

I Saw Pale Kings And Princes Too, Pale Warriors, Death-pale Were They All; They Cried- "la Belle Dame Sans Merci Hath Thee In Thrall!

But Let Me See Thee Stoop From Heaven On Wings That Fill The Sky With Silver Glitterings!

The Days Of Peace And Slumberous Calm Are Fled.

Oh What Can Ail Thee, Knight-at-arms, Alone And Palely Loitering?

I Never Can Feel Certain Of Any Truth, But From A Clear Perception Of Its Beauty.