I

by John Keats · (no date)
Published 01/07/1880
Part of La Belle Dame sans Merci

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,

Alone and palely loitering?

The sedge is wither'd from the lake,

And no birds sing.

#desolation #existential dread #john keats #loneliness #nature decay

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