A Nightingale's Love
Beneath the crowning moon
Out of muteness through the night’s mist,
A song echoed ever so sweetly,
Softly, among the rustling leaves
From a gentle heart singing this ethereal music.
“My queen of white roses
Of impeccable grace and beauty,
Though thorns still press against...
Out of muteness through the night’s mist,
A song echoed ever so sweetly,
Softly, among the rustling leaves
From a gentle heart singing this ethereal music.
“My queen of white roses
Of impeccable grace and beauty,
Though thorns still press against...