From the ramparts voices sing

A ballad old and sweet,

Of

Maidens faire,

Dragons foul

From the ramparts voices sing
A ballad old and sweet,
Of
Maidens faire,
Dragons foul

The summer’s heat is hardly past, The harvest not yet in. Confused on hillsides, cattle roam With nary barn nor pen — But not a horse you’ll find abroad Where Ansel’s army’s been. This time last summer, side by side, We worked in every field. The kingsmen and the cottagers Made every meadow yield — […]

Believe my words, I tried the settled path — You, my wife of raven hair to make the night jealous, Our daughter and two sons all with matching sapphire eyes, Books to comfort restlessness with distant knowledge — But my young feet would never give me rest! Every wind carried scents of amber music With […]

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