The Phantom Victory.
Les mots et les choses.
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering?
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone?
I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever-dew.
I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful - a faery’s child,