'Tis May, the elfish maiden, the daughter of the Spring, Upon whose birthday morning the birds delight to sing. They would not sing one note for you, if you should so command, Although you are a princess, a princess of… — Robert Fuller Murray Copy Share Image
'Tis May, the elfish maiden, the daughter of the Spring, Upon whose birthday morning the birds delight to sing. They would not sing one… — Robert Fuller Murray Copy Share Image
...Winter, the aged chief, Mighty in power, Exiles the tender leaf, Exiles the flower. — Robert Fuller Murray Copy Share Image
