Poem by Christopher Morley

Reading Aloud

ONCE we read Tennyson aloud
    In our great fireside chair; 
Between the lines my lips could touch
    Her April-scented hair.

How very fond I was, to think
    The printed poems fair, 
When close within my arms I held
    A living lyric there!

1. The Church of Unbent Knees
2. Pedometer
3. Ars Dura
4. Washing the Dishes
5. The New Altman Building

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