Luyện nghe bài hát At The Dawn I Wept

At the I Rose
Just to Her Grace
And I
the Beauty
That Veiled So
The Death of Her

And atthe Dawn I
With She Could Not Hear
And Snow, It
So of Misery
Like the Blood From Thy
the Feathers of Divine

So Softly She Slept
That She Not See the Day
And the Darkness, that Fell It

And at the I Wept
As I Up Her Hand
My Armour
With Her Hair Was Stained
And Her Eyes, Shut so
As the Died