er "Ye winds! when like a curse ye drove us on, Nor cape, nor headland, through red mornings shone, There was a cry of joy; with seeking hands ot see thee love! so blind I am with tears." |
er "Ye winds! when like a curse ye drove us on, Nor cape, nor headland, through red mornings shone, There was a cry of joy; with seeking hands ot see thee love! so blind I am with tears." |