Armenian Legends and Poems
"And songs of love we warble in thine ear,
From morning dawn until the stars appear:—
We fondle thee, and on thine aged breast
Our passions lull, and bid them sink to rest."
From morning dawn until the stars appear:—
We fondle thee, and on thine aged breast
Our passions lull, and bid them sink to rest."
The wavelets hasten, moving to and fro,
The rock still sorrows o'er his ancient woe;
The wavelets play, and laughing onward press—
The rock remains, gloomy and motionless.
The rock still sorrows o'er his ancient woe;
The wavelets play, and laughing onward press—
The rock remains, gloomy and motionless.
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