As down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I. There armed lines of marching men In squadrons passed me by. No pipes did hum, No battle drum Did sound its strife tattoo. But the Angelus bell … continua →
Gruppo delle 7 Stanzeemanuele wrote 1 year ago: As down the glen one Easter morn To a city fair rode I. There armed lines of marching men In squadro … more →