Nocturne: In Anjou
I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night.Her nightingales were singing in the treesBeside the castled river; and the windFell like a woman's fingers on my...
I dreamed of Sappho on a summer night.Her nightingales were singing in the treesBeside the castled river; and the windFell like a woman's fingers on my...
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