Tristram and Isolde: A fantasy poem
In winter she was wed to him, in white and gleaming gold Her skin was fair as frozen dew, her features without fault. Her lips were red as robin’s blood, her voice as soft as […]
In winter she was wed to him, in white and gleaming gold Her skin was fair as frozen dew, her features without fault. Her lips were red as robin’s blood, her voice as soft as […]
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