All the seasons run their race In this quiet resting-place; Peach, and apricot, and fig Here will ripen, and grow big; Here is store and overplus – More had not Alcinous!
All the seasons run their race In this quiet resting-place; Peach, and
All the seasons run their race In this quiet resting-place; Peach, and apricot, and fig Here will ripen, and grow big; Here is store and overplus – More had not Alcinous!
