Then Haydn finds my head and puts a blind hand to my chin.
In the firmament is fixed the sun, majestic in triumph.
And my heart is settled
so small in the ceremony which proceeds there.
poetry in the classical style, in generally pleasant themes
Then Haydn finds my head and puts a blind hand to my chin.
In the firmament is fixed the sun, majestic in triumph.
And my heart is settled
so small in the ceremony which proceeds there.