maids - Popular Poems and stories from category

Why listen, even the water is sobbing for something
The west wind is dead, the
Forget to hate the cliff, in the upland
Whole hillsides burst

When the spinning-room was here Came Three Damsels, clothed in white, With their spindles every night; One and Two and three fair Maidens, Spinning to a pulsing cadence, Singing songs of Elfin-Mere; Till the eleventh hour was toll'd, Then departed...