Austradeiwa

Her lute hangs shadowed in the apple-tree, While flashing fingers weave the sweet-strung spell Between its chords; and as the wild notes swell, The sea-bird for those branches leaves the sea. But to what sound her listening ear stoops she? What nethe

Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth, Thou from whose immortal bosom Gods and men and beasts have birth, Leaf and blade, and bud and blossom, Breathe thine influence most divine On thine own child, Proserpine. If with mists of evening dew Thou dost nourish t

On the blueberry lies the dew 蓝莓果上露珠滚动 Droppings tremble – thunder, storm is near 滴滴颤落--雷雨将近 Dusk has covered me and you 黄昏笼罩你我 Weeps the rain with the blueberry tears 天空泣下蓝莓色雨滴 Wake yourself and watch the dream 醒来吧,一起欣赏这梦境 The blueberry smell is mak