English poem
Iv
With sweet-panged singing, Sang she through a dream-night’s day; That the bowers might stay, Birds bate their winging, Nor the wall of emerald float in wreathèd haze away.
Versos English Francis Thompson Iv
Versos English Francis Thompson Iv
English poem
With sweet-panged singing, Sang she through a dream-night’s day; That the bowers might stay, Birds bate their winging, Nor the wall of emerald float in wreathèd haze away.