XXXIII + 

Awakening up, he took her hollow lute,⁠— + 

Tumultuous,⁠—and, in chords that tenderest be, + 

He play’d an ancient ditty, long since mute, + 

In Provence call’d “La Belle Dame Sans Mercy:” + 

Close to her ear touching the melody;⁠— + 

Wherewith disturb’d, she utter’d a soft moan: + 

He ceased⁠—she panted quick⁠—and suddenly + 

Her blue affrayed eyes wide open shone: + 

Upon his knees he sank, pale as smooth-sculptured stone. + 