музыка Ж.Георгиевского, на стихотворение John Keats.. Рабочий материал. лето2012

Ah what can ail thee, wretched wight,
     Alone and palely loitering;
The sedge is wither’d from the lake,
     And no birds sing.

Ah what can ail thee, wretched wight,
     So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
     And the harvest’s done.

I see a lilly on thy brow,
     With anguish moist and fever dew;
And on thy cheek a fading rose
     Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads
     Full beautiful, a fairy’s child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
     And her eyes were wild.

I set her on my pacing steed,
     And nothing else saw all day long;
For sideways would she lean, and sing
     faery’s song.

I made a garland for her head,
     And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look’d at me as she did love,
     And made sweet moan.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
     And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said,
     I love thee [bad word] 

She took me to her elfin grot,
     And there she gaz’d and sighed deep,
And there I shut her wild sad eyes—
     So kiss’d to sleep.

And there we slumber’d on the moss,
     And there I dream’d, ah woe betide
The latest dream I ever dream’d
     On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings, and princes too,
     Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
Who cry’d—”Le belle Dame sans mercy
     Hath thee in thrall!”

I saw their starv’d lips in the gloom
     With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke, and found me here
     On the cold hill side.

And this is why I sojourn here
     Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
     And no birds sing.