Act 4 — TO THE FALLEN LEAVES
Reading edition
I hear the moaning rains beat on your rest In the long nights of Winter and his wind— And Death, the woeful, guilty of your fall, Crying that he has sinned.
Reading edition
I hear the moaning rains beat on your rest In the long nights of Winter and his wind— And Death, the woeful, guilty of your fall, Crying that he has sinned.