XXXIV
She’s lookèd over her left shoulder
To hide the tears stood in her e’e;
‘Now fare-thee-well, Young Beichan,’ she says—
‘I’ll strive to think no more on thee.’
She’s lookèd over her left shoulder
To hide the tears stood in her e’e;
‘Now fare-thee-well, Young Beichan,’ she says—
‘I’ll strive to think no more on thee.’