She in her hall, - and is it wrong?
If I love the fields and the sky and the sea,
And all that's fairest in Nature's shrine,
Must I shut my eyes, and turn away
My worshipping gaze from that face of thine?
She in her hall, - and is it wrong?
If I love the fields and the sky and the sea,
And all that's fairest in Nature's shrine,
Must I shut my eyes, and turn away
My worshipping gaze from that face of thine?