Fragment—Her Flowing Locks（1 / 1）
fragment—her flowing locks
her flowing locks, the raven's wing,
adown her neck and bosom hing;
how sweet unto that breast to cling,
and round that neck entwine her!
her lips are roses wat wi' dew,
o' what a feast her bonie mou'!
her cheeks a mair celestial hue,
a crimson still diviner! ↑返回顶部↑
her flowing locks, the raven's wing,
adown her neck and bosom hing;
how sweet unto that breast to cling,
and round that neck entwine her!
her lips are roses wat wi' dew,
o' what a feast her bonie mou'!
her cheeks a mair celestial hue,
a crimson still diviner! ↑返回顶部↑