IV.
Sweet Guniver, said he, in tones that fell
So low and clear,
Like music that breathes from the caverned shell
In the listener's ear:
I've gazed on thy beauty down deep in the sea,
And my heart pines away for the love of thee.
Sweet Guniver, said he, in tones that fell
So low and clear,
Like music that breathes from the caverned shell
In the listener's ear:
I've gazed on thy beauty down deep in the sea,
And my heart pines away for the love of thee.