Dark Days
Reading edition
The sun has left his throne, The sky is leaden-hued; The hopeless winds bemoan, In icy aisles, their fate. All day the shadows press About the forest's nuns, That dream in loneliness Their dreams of birds and spring.
Reading edition
The sun has left his throne, The sky is leaden-hued; The hopeless winds bemoan, In icy aisles, their fate. All day the shadows press About the forest's nuns, That dream in loneliness Their dreams of birds and spring.