III.
I trace the steps on the wasted strand
Of the vanished springtime’s feet:
Withered and dead is our Fairyland,
For Love and Death go hand in hand—
Go hand in hand, my sweet!
I trace the steps on the wasted strand
Of the vanished springtime’s feet:
Withered and dead is our Fairyland,
For Love and Death go hand in hand—
Go hand in hand, my sweet!