And how her good mount stands it so
Is really more than I can see;
The valleys now are white with snow,
Yet still we ride through Arcadie.
Old Cheveron has cast his shoes!
The Chase is up, my Lady Muse!
And how her good mount stands it so
Is really more than I can see;
The valleys now are white with snow,
Yet still we ride through Arcadie.
Old Cheveron has cast his shoes!
The Chase is up, my Lady Muse!