The Old Swimmer (Christopher Morley Poems)
I OFTEN wander on the beach Where once, so brown of limb, The biting air, the roaring surf Summoned me ...
I OFTEN wander on the beach Where once, so brown of limb, The biting air, the roaring surf Summoned me ...
HE is so small he does not know The summer sun, the winter snow; The spring that ebbs and comes ...
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