A thousand years of fable gleam.
Under an azure sky serene
Softly the summer zephyrs blow;
Woven upon a mythic loom,
The fairy pictures come and go.
A. L. H.
A thousand years of fable gleam.
Under an azure sky serene
Softly the summer zephyrs blow;
Woven upon a mythic loom,
The fairy pictures come and go.
A. L. H.