In black she is dressed,
With veiled crape down to the ground,
And sad and knelt
On the edge of a tomb…
Thou, to whom a nation bowed
And sat before Thee silent, bent,
Oh, my glorious beloved Queen,
To whom Thou knelt before Thy knee?… [...]
In black she is dressed,
With veiled crape down to the ground,
And sad and knelt
On the edge of a tomb…
Thou, to whom a nation bowed
And sat before Thee silent, bent,
Oh, my glorious beloved Queen,
To whom Thou knelt before Thy knee?… [...]
Today is a name day on the plains with ladybugs where i once used to hop. My blog is today 4 years old! Hurraaaaah! The only problem is we don’t have much to celebrate lately, and it more and more feels like walking on foreign fields. … [...]