Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands,Like a new Niobe with claspèd hands,Silent above the flowers, her children lost,Slain by the arrows of the early Frost.
Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands,Like a new Niobe
Pale in her fading bowers the Summer stands,Like a new Niobe with claspèd hands,Silent above the flowers, her children lost,Slain by the arrows of the early Frost.
