English poem
Maurteen
by W. B. Yeats
There's some one singing. Why, it's but a child. It sang, "The lonely of heart is withered away." A strange song for a child, but she sings sweetly. Listen, listen!
(Goes to door.)
Versos English W. B. Yeats Maurteen
English poem
by W. B. Yeats
There's some one singing. Why, it's but a child. It sang, "The lonely of heart is withered away." A strange song for a child, but she sings sweetly. Listen, listen!
(Goes to door.)