in 8th grade we had to take a poem and rearrange lines from it to make a new poem. I chose "La Belle Dame Sans Merci" by John Keats. The original is great so look it up. enjoy. review.
"I met a lady in the meads
and her eyes were wild.
Her hair was long and her foot was light
And on thy cheek a fading rose.
They cried- 'La Belle Dame Sans Merci
Full beautiful –a faery's child
Alone and paley loitering
On the cold hill's side
She looked at me as she did love
And saw nothing else all day long.
"I love thee true."
And no birds sing.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms!
With horrid warning gaped wide,
With anguish moist and fever dew,
I saw their starved lips in the gloam
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all
And no birds sing.
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