Her sad complaint to raise.
She must be fair of face,
As bold in heart she seems,
If she would match her grace
With the delight of dreams.
Her beauty would surprise
Gazers on Autumn eves,
Who watched the broad moon rise
Upon the scattered sheaves.
Her sad complaint to raise.
She must be fair of face,
As bold in heart she seems,
If she would match her grace
With the delight of dreams.
Her beauty would surprise
Gazers on Autumn eves,
Who watched the broad moon rise
Upon the scattered sheaves.