“ In the moonlight brought me young oarsman, He sang barcarolle with orphan's homesickness, That I saw in waves, the shape full of beauty, Like snow swan with flying hair She flowed in glitter ... peace of drowneds Gemma! ”
“ In the moonlight brought me young oarsman, He sang barcarolle with orphan's homesickness, That I saw in waves, the shape full of beauty, Like snow swan with flying hair She flowed in glitter ... peace of drowneds Gemma! ”
