ABSTRACT
September 1931, vol. xxxviii, 337–9
What seas what shores what grey rocks and what islands
What water lapping the bow And scent of pine and the woodthrush singing through the fog
What images return O my daughter.
September 1931, vol. xxxviii, 337–9
What seas what shores what grey rocks and what islands
What water lapping the bow And scent of pine and the woodthrush singing through the fog
What images return O my daughter.