Raina Kabaivanska - Je voudrais bien savoir... Il était un Roi de Thulé
feast; And, when he drain'd that goblet, His tears to flow ne'er ceas'd. And when he felt death near him, His cities o'er he told, And to his heir left all things, But not that cup of gold. A regal banquet held he In his ancestral ball, In yonder sea-wash'd castle, 'Mongst his great nobles all. There stood the aged reveller, And drank his last life's-glow, Then hurl'd the holy goblet Into the flood below. He saw it falling, filling, And sinking 'neath the main, His eyes then closed for ever, ...
Author: amlirco; Tags: Kabaivanska Marguerite Faust Gunoud
