To smooth his hair;
For every lock she ordered
Down fell a tear.
11
“Lithe and listen, Sir Aage,
Dearest love mine,
How goes it under darksome earth
In grave o’ thine?”
12
“So goes it under the darksome earth
To smooth his hair;
For every lock she ordered
Down fell a tear.
11
“Lithe and listen, Sir Aage,
Dearest love mine,
How goes it under darksome earth
In grave o’ thine?”
12
“So goes it under the darksome earth