More Baker

Still listening to Janet Baker. Villanelle -

Quand viendra la saison nouvelle,
Quand auront disparu les froids,
Tous les deux nous irons, ma belle,
Pour cueillir le muguet aux bois...

And, just now,

I saw pale kings, and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all.
They cried - "La belle dame sans merci
Hath thee in thrall!"

And typing this reminds me that I once set a line from this poem as a topic for my students - "And no birds sing". And one submission was the silliest, most maddening little Flash game that I have ever seen, requiring you to smash with virtual mallets annoying little chirping birds, which I still remember after all these years. Thanks, Nattaya.