"My father, my father, and dost thou not hearThe words that the Erl-King now breathes in mine ear?'Be calm, dearest child, 'tis thy fancy deceives;Tis ...
On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold,My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold,My mother shall grace thee with garments of gold.
