“ Burned in the west; the wind piped drearily; And to the land the clamorous gulls did flee: Alas! I cried, my life is full of pain, And who can garner fruit or golden grain From these waste fields which travail ceaselessly! ”
“ Burned in the west; the wind piped drearily; And to the land the clamorous gulls did flee: Alas! I cried, my life is full of pain, And who can garner fruit or golden grain From these waste fields which travail ceaselessly! ”
