’Tis for thy bride.
Then as if on the shore,
Stricken down by a dart,
Deep darkness came o’er
Him, chilling his heart,
Whispering, she calleth me,
No fear I know,
No wave appalleth me,
Loving her so.
’Tis for thy bride.
Then as if on the shore,
Stricken down by a dart,
Deep darkness came o’er
Him, chilling his heart,
Whispering, she calleth me,
No fear I know,
No wave appalleth me,
Loving her so.