VI.
White moons may come, white moons may go, She sleeps where wildwood blossoms blow; Cares naught for fairy fern or weed, White wand'rings of the plumy seed, Of hart or hind she takes no heed; Alas! her head lies low!
DISTANCE.
White moons may come, white moons may go, She sleeps where wildwood blossoms blow; Cares naught for fairy fern or weed, White wand'rings of the plumy seed, Of hart or hind she takes no heed; Alas! her head lies low!
DISTANCE.