Herbert Asquith

(11 March 1881 - 5 August 1947 / London, England)

The Bather - Poem by Herbert Asquith

THE sea-breeze beating on her brow,
The foam asurge her shining feet,
She stood,-a silver Victory,
Poised high on some Athenian prow,
Leading against a tyrant fleet
The winged vanguard of the free.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 30, 2012



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