While she sleeps in peace by the mill-stream, and as the water runs by, it sings:
"A mad love—a mad love."
But "the mill will never grind again with the waters that are past."
While she sleeps in peace by the mill-stream, and as the water runs by, it sings:
"A mad love—a mad love."
But "the mill will never grind again with the waters that are past."