Then came the lovely maiden:
even as morning-red
From sombre clouds outbreaking.
And many a sorrow fled
From him whose heart did hold her,
and eke so long had held:
When thus the winsome fair one
before him he beheld.
Then came the lovely maiden:
even as morning-red
From sombre clouds outbreaking.
And many a sorrow fled
From him whose heart did hold her,
and eke so long had held:
When thus the winsome fair one
before him he beheld.