Vincit, John Keats, Justine Mariiie, La Belle Dame Sans Merci
published on: 2012-12-24 12:01:35
Les mots et les choses.
Confessions of the Flesh.
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,
Little Red Boudica.