“I love your hills, and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; But O, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!”
Where be ye going, ye Devon maid – John Keats
“I love your hills, and I love your dales, And I love your flocks a-bleating; But O, on the heather to lie together, With both our hearts a-beating!”
Where be ye going, ye Devon maid – John Keats