La belle dame sans merci by unchained
O what can ail thee, knight at arms,/ alone and palely loitering?/
the segde has wither'd from the lake,/ and no birds sing./ [...]
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.
...in other words, my personal rendition of Keats' "la belle dame sans merci". Mixed tecnique:watercolours, coloured pencils