Whereafter spake another:
“To that same thought I hold;
Were anyone to give me
whole towers of good red gold,
I’d care not to contend with
that fiddler willingly,
For dread of the swift glances
that in his eyes I see.
Whereafter spake another:
“To that same thought I hold;
Were anyone to give me
whole towers of good red gold,
I’d care not to contend with
that fiddler willingly,
For dread of the swift glances
that in his eyes I see.