Poetry of the Supernatural — Createspace

" ...] Keats, John. La Belle Dame sans Merci. I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; Who cry'd--"La belle dame sans merci Hath thee in thrall." -- Lamia. "A serpent " echoed he; no sooner said, Than with a frightful scream she vanished: And Lycius' arms were empty of delight, As were his limbs of life, from that same night. ...]."