“la belle dame sans merci: a ballad” by john keats o, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, alone and palely loitering? the sedge has withered from the lake, and no birds sing. o what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, so haggard and so woe-begone? the squirrel’s granary is full, and the harvest’s done. i see a lily on thy brow, with anguish moist and fever-dew, and on thy cheeks a fading rose fast withereth too. i met a lady in the meads full beautiful—a faery’s child, her hair was long, her foot was light, and her eyes were wild. i made a garland for her head, and bracelets too, and fragrant zone; she looked at me as she did love, and made sweet moan. i set her on my pacing steed, and nothing else saw all day long, for sidelong would she bend, and sing a faery’s song. she found me roots of relish sweet, and honey wild, and manna-dew, and sure in language strange she said— “i love thee true.” she took me to her elfin grot, and there she wept and sighed full sore, and there i shut her wild wild eyes with kisses four. and there she lullèd me asleep, and there i dreamed—ah! woe betide! — the latest dream i ever dreamt on the cold hill side. i saw pale kings and princes too, pale warriors, death-pale were they all; they cried—“la belle dame sans merci thee hath in thrall! ” i saw their starved lips in the gloam, with horrid warning gapèd wide, and i awoke and found me here, on the cold hill’s side. and this is why i sojourn here, alone and palely loitering, though the sedge is withered from the lake, and no birds sing. source: keats, john. “la belle dame sans merci: a ballad.” poetry foundation. poetry foundation, n. d. web. 24 june 2011. which of the following describes the meter of this poem best? blank verse trochaic free verse iambic