English poem
XVII.
by Jean Ingelow
Rain and wind on the palace wall Beat and bluster, sob and moan, When at noon he musing lone, Comes the queen anigh his seat, And she kneeleth at his feet.
Versos English Jean Ingelow XVII.
Versos English Jean Ingelow XVII.
English poem
by Jean Ingelow
Rain and wind on the palace wall Beat and bluster, sob and moan, When at noon he musing lone, Comes the queen anigh his seat, And she kneeleth at his feet.