Putzer HungSt. Louis, Missouri, United States O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,Alone and palely loitering?The sedge has wither’d 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 browWith anguish moist and fever dew,And on thy…