O, what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.
...one straggles gracelessly through a wilderness of common sense. It is an experience for which the reader of modern criticism is unprepared: in that jungle through which one wanders, with its misshapen and extravagant and cannibalistic growths, bent double with fruit and tentacles, disquieting with their rank eccentric life, one comes surprisingly on something so palely healthy: a decorous plant, without thorns or flowers, rootless in the thin sand of the drawing room.Randall Jarrell
Such phantom blossoms palely shining Over the lifeless boughs of Time.
Oh what can ail thee, knight at arms, Alone and palely loitering; The sedge has wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.john keats