A MARCH MOON
Reading edition
A March moon Over the mountain crest, Ceanabhan blowing: Her neck and breast. Arbutus berries On the tree head: Her mouth of passion, Dewy and red. Cold as cold And hot as hot, She loves me . . . . And she loves me not!
Reading edition
A March moon Over the mountain crest, Ceanabhan blowing: Her neck and breast. Arbutus berries On the tree head: Her mouth of passion, Dewy and red. Cold as cold And hot as hot, She loves me . . . . And she loves me not!