O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,1
        Alone and palely loitering?2
The sedge has wither'd from the lake,3
        And no birds sing.4
 
"O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,5
        So haggard and so woe-begone?6
The squirrel's granary is full,7
        And the harvest's done8.
 
"I see a lily on thy brow9
        With anguish moist and fever dew;10
And on thy cheek a fading rose11
        Fast withereth too."12
 
"I met a lady in the meads,13
       Full beautiful—a faery's child,14
Her hair was long, her foot was light,15
        And her eyes were wild.16
 
"I made a garland for her head,17
        And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;18
She look'd at me as she did love,19
        And made sweet moan.20
 
"I set her on my pacing steed21
        And nothing else saw all day long,22
For sidelong would she bend, and sing23
        A faery's song.24
 
"She found me roots of relish sweet,25
        And honey wild, and manna dew,26
And sure in language strange she said—27
        'I love thee true.'28
 
"She took me to her elfin grot,29
        And there she wept, and sigh'd full sore;30
And there I shut her wild wild eyes31
        With kisses four.32
 
"And there she lullèd me asleep,33
        And there I dream'd—Ah! woe betide!34
The latest dream I ever dream'd35
        On the cold hill's side.36
 
"I saw pale kings and princes too,37
        Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;38
They cried—'LaBelle Dame sans Merci39
        Hath thee in thrall!'40
 
"I saw their starv'd lips in the gloom,41
        With horried warning gapèd wide,42
And I awoke and found me here,43
        On the cold hill's side.44
 
"And this is why I sojourn here45
        Alone and palely loitering,46
Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake,47
        And no birds sing."48
 
                                        John Keats

Hasil (Inggris) 1:

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, 1 Alone and palely loitering? 2The sedge has wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing 4. "O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms .5 So haggard and so woe-begone? 6The granary is full squirrel's .7 And the harvest's done8. "I see a lily on thy brow9 With anguish moist and fever dew; 10And on thy cheek a fading rose11 Fast withereth too. " 12 "I met a lady in the meads, 13 Full beautiful — a faery's child, 14Her hair was long, her foot was light, 15 And her eyes were wild. 16 "I made a garland for her head General And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; 18She look'd us at me she did love, 19 And made sweet moan. 20 "I set her on my pacing steed21 And nothing else saw all day long, 22For sidelong would she bend, and sing23 A faery's song 24 "She found me roots of relish sweet .25 And honey wild, and manna dew, 26And sure in language strange she said — 27 ' I love thee true. ' 28 "She took me to her elfin grot, 29 And there she wept, and a full afternoon sigh'd; 30And there I shut her wild wild eyes31 With kisses four. 32 "And there she lullèd me asleep .33 And there I dream'd — Ah! Woe betide! 34The latest dream I ever dream'd 35 On the cold Hill's side 36 "I saw pale kings and princes too, 37 Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; 38They cried — ' LaBelle Dame sans Merci39 Hath thee in thrall! ' 40 "I saw their lips in the starv'd gloom,41 With horried warning gapèd wide,42And I awoke and found me here,43 On the cold Hill's side 44 "And this is why I sojourn here45 Alone and palely loitering,46Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, 47 And no birds sing. " 48  John Keats

Hasil (Inggris) 2:

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, 1
        Alone and palely loitering? 2
The sedge has wither'd from the lake, 3
        And no birds sing.4 "O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, 5         So haggard and so Woe-begone? 6 The squirrel's granary is full, 7         And the harvest's done8. "I see a lily on thy brow9         With anguish moist and fever dew; 10 And on thy cheek a fading rose11         Fast withereth too." 12 "I met a lady in the meads, 13        Full beautiful-a faery's child, 14 Her hair was long, her foot was light, 15         And her eyes were wild.16" I made ​​a garland for her head, 17         And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; 18 She look'd at me as she did love, 19         And made ​​sweet moan.20 "I set her on my pacing steed21         And nothing else of Allah all day long, 22 For sidelong would she bend, and sing23         A faery's song.24 "She found me roots of relish sweet, 25         And honey wild, and manna dew, 26 And sure in language strange she said-27         'I love thee true.'28" She took me to her elfin grot, 29         And there she wept, and sigh'd full afternoon; 30 And there I shut her wild wild eyes31         With kisses four.32 "And there she lulled me asleep, 33         And there I dream'd-Ah! Woe betide! 34 The latest dream I ever dream'd35         On the cold hill's side.36 "I SAW pale kings and princes too, 37         Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; 38 They cried Dame sans-'LaBelle Merci39         Hath thee in thrall! '40 "I SAW starv'd Reviews their lips in the gloom, 41         With horried warning gapèd wide, 42 And I awoke and found me here, 43         On the cold hill's side.44" And this is why I sojourn here45         Alone and palely loitering, 46 Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, 47         And no birds sing. "48                                         John Keats