Peccavimus!
But rave not thus!
And let the solemn song
Go up to God so mournfully that she may feel no wrong!
The sweet Lenore
Hath "gone before"
With young hope at her side,
And thou art wild
Fot the dear child
That should have been thy bride -
For her, the fair
And debonair,
That now so lowly lies -
The life still there
Upon her hair,
The death upon her eyes.
река стикс с аидом и его возлюбленной, которая с ним 3 месяца в году, от чего мать девицы впадает в печаль и наступает зима, до ее возвращения. хепи энд
But rave not thus!
And let the solemn song
Go up to God so mournfully that she may feel no wrong!
The sweet Lenore
Hath "gone before"
With young hope at her side,
And thou art wild
Fot the dear child
That should have been thy bride -
For her, the fair
And debonair,
That now so lowly lies -
The life still there
Upon her hair,
The death upon her eyes.