roars Blows and weaves on torrid shores Careworn mermaids flicker grey Elderly thy morn-boughs sway When the oddest foe entwines me and ballads die
Vertaling: Toonbeeld van Beauty. Oor nors Naiades En Idle God.
wind roars Blows and weaves on torrid shores Careworn mermaids flicker grey Elderly thy morn-boughs sway When the oddest foe entwines me and ballads