THE SINGER
Reading edition
I am but a singer, Yet I ever dare Songs to send like arrows Quivering through the air. Straight and swift and certain Flies each little dart, Home and harbor finding Within your dear heart.
Reading edition
I am but a singer, Yet I ever dare Songs to send like arrows Quivering through the air. Straight and swift and certain Flies each little dart, Home and harbor finding Within your dear heart.