THE SINGER.
Beautiful I’m not, I know;Useless I in fight;How to men and maids am I,Such a dear delight?Songs, like sounds that ’mid strings stray,Fill this breast of mine,Smiling round my lips they play,In my eyes they shine!
Beautiful I’m not, I know;Useless I in fight;How to men and maids am I,Such a dear delight?Songs, like sounds that ’mid strings stray,Fill this breast of mine,Smiling round my lips they play,In my eyes they shine!
Beautiful I’m not, I know;Useless I in fight;How to men and maids am I,Such a dear delight?Songs, like sounds that ’mid strings stray,Fill this breast of mine,Smiling round my lips they play,In my eyes they shine!
Beautiful I’m not, I know;
Useless I in fight;
How to men and maids am I,
Such a dear delight?
Songs, like sounds that ’mid strings stray,
Fill this breast of mine,
Smiling round my lips they play,
In my eyes they shine!