Reading Aloud Poem by Christopher Morley
Reading Aloud
Rating: ★2.4
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!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: april,hair,lips,lyric
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