第124章 XXII.
- The Lady of the Shroud
- Bram Stoker
- 111字
- 2016-03-02 16:37:30
Song.
They bid me sleep, they bid me pray, They say my brain is warped and wrung--I cannot sleep on Highland brae, I cannot pray in Highland tongue.
But were I now where Allan glides, Or heard my native Devan's tides, So sweetly would I rest, and pray That Heaven would close my wintry day!
'Twas thus my hair they bade me braid, They made me to the church repair;It was my bridal morn they said, And my true love would meet me there.
But woe betide the cruel guile That drowned in blood the morning smile!
And woe betide the fairy dream!
I only waked to sob and scream.