O curlew， cry no more in the air，
Or only to the water in the West；
Because your crying brings to my mind
Passion-dimmed eyes and long heavy hair
That was shaken out over my breast：
There is enough evil in the crying of wind.
Or only to the water in the West；
Because your crying brings to my mind
Passion-dimmed eyes and long heavy hair
That was shaken out over my breast：
There is enough evil in the crying of wind.