The Ballad of Oriana - Annwn
My heart is wasted with my woe,Oriana.There is no rest for me below,Oriana.When the long dun wolds are ribb'd with snow,And loud the Norland whirlwinds blow,Oriana,Alone I wander to and fro,Oriana.Ere the light on dark was growing,Oriana,At midnight the c . . . 阅读详情