...into the eyes, but dried up the heart ever after. One had been my fate, the other had been yours! [ - "Sweet bird, thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever...hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year." So they begin. It was the month of May; the cuckoo sang shrouded in some woody copse; the showers fell...

...the eyes, but dried up the heart ever after. One had 124 been my fate, the other had been yours! [ - "Sweet bird, thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever...hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year/' So they begin. It was the month of May; the cuckoo sang shrouded in some woody copse; the showers fell...