And David's Lips are lock't; but in divine
High piping Péhlevi, with 'Wine! Wine! Wine!
'Red Wine!'—the Nightingale cries to the Rose
That yellow Cheek of her's to'incarnadine.
And David's lips are lockt; but in divine
High-piping Péhlevi, with 'Wine! Wine! Wine!
'Red Wine!'—the Nightingale cries to the Rose
That sallow cheek of her's to incarnadine.
And David's lips are lockt; but in divine
High-piping Pehlevi, with 'Wine! Wine! Wine!
'Red Wine!'—the Nightingale cries to the Rose
That sallow cheek of her's to' incarnadine.
And David's lips are lockt; but in divine
High-piping Pehlevi, with 'Wine! Wine! Wine!
'Red Wine!'—the Nightingale cries to the Rose
That sallow cheek of hers to' incarnadine.