English poem
To The Fallen Leaves
I hear the moaning rains beat on your rest In the long nights of Winter and his wind-- And Death, the woeful, guilty of your fall, Crying that he has sinned.
Versos English Cale Young Rice To The Fallen Leaves
Versos English Cale Young Rice To The Fallen Leaves
English poem
I hear the moaning rains beat on your rest In the long nights of Winter and his wind-- And Death, the woeful, guilty of your fall, Crying that he has sinned.