Excerpt from David Elginbrod
Of all the flowers in the mead,
Then love I most these flowers white and rede,
Such that men callen daisies in our town.
I renne blithe
As soon as ever the sun ginneth west,
To see this flower, how Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге David Elginbrod (Classic Reprint) (George Macdonald)